Wondrously Made Poem by Patti Masterman

Everything living in this world is a god-
For we took our living bodies
From the pure intelligence of creation;
Even animals- even insects- even us.

Everything organized perfectly here,
A vast encyclopaedic wisdom;
More perfect than it could have been created
By any power that we know of.

(Things with eyes that can recognize you
Are royalty with a past that's true;
Things with blood that sings it's name
From the very center of time came)

They have captured my heart
With their improbable art-
My brother, my sister, I bow to you:
What marvels you are, wondrously true.