God the artist

There is greater art in the colour of the sky,
in the canvas with which the night covers herself,
in the sun that rises in time each morning
and daily I am astounded
when flowers and trees put on their cloaks,
even memories sweep me back all the time

to thundershowers that brilliantly burst loose,
to waterfalls that spray their streams,
than what you can find in a human masterpiece
and sometimes man is somewhat blinded
as if he can avoid the God of the universe
but continually His art stays gloriously fresh.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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