God The Artist Poem by Jim Yerman

I wonder if God is an artist.
I don't know the reason why
but I wake up every morning...excited
to see his new painting
in the sky.

I wonder how he mixes his colors.
How he gets the yellow of the sun so bright
and on a wintry morning
how does he paint the snow...so white.

How does she make the oceans shimmer?
I'd like her to explain.
How she makes each flower so beautiful?
How doe she paint the rain?

As he sees the evening approaching
does he turn on the moon's light
to help him see a little better
as he paints us all the night?

But then I think...I don't need to know
the principles of what she's designed,
I only need to marvel each day
at what her brush has left behind.