Written By God's Own Quill - Poem

God's Own Quill

With quill of light and ink of stars,
He scripts the tales both near and far.
A boundless tome, eternal scroll,
The Author of the cosmic whole.

In sacred books, His whispers lie,
The echoes of a silent sky.
Each verse a breath, each word a flame,
Eternal truths in transient frame.

Through eons past and futures cast,
He weaves the spell of first to last.
The poet's heart, the novelist's mind,
The historian's quest to seek and find.

In every tale of love and life,
In every act of joy and strife,
The drama of the world unfurls,
Within the pages, fate unfurls.

From Eden's dawn to Calvary's hill,
He writes with grace, His sovereign will.
A scribe of peace, a bard of war,
The chronicler of what's before.

With deftest touch and perfect art,
He pens the beat of every heart.
In mortal clay, divine design,
The narrative of the divine.

The book is sealed, the story told,
In every leaf, His hand we hold.
For we, the characters, fulfill
The story written by God's own quill.