Maker's Mark Poem by Thyris Taylor

The leaves on the trees are starting to turn. Plants are morphing intodormant states, or completing their journey on this plane of existence. It is the Maker who decides.

Squirrels, bears, and other animals that hibernate are preparing for their long, deserved winter sleep. They find dens, gather food, put on fat, it is time. They await signs from the Maker.

Birds, Caribou, and other migratory species contemplate their long journey to winter feeding grounds. Their movement will be precise, unquestioned and natural. This is an omnipotent design by the Maker.

Humans are basking in the gentle embrace of Indian summer days as they hustle to and fro. We have free will and we are self aware. Invaluable gifts to humans from the Maker.

Our living world is transfixed by the kaleidoscopic choreography that is one season fading into another. It has an aura of unconditional love and indescribable power. The very mark of the Maker.



By Thyris Taylor