Imitating God Poem by RIC BASTASA

the artist
creates and does not keep

like a tree
its fruits are not
for its eating
like the grass its greenness
is not for
its keeping
its coolness is for the
children's playing

like a chef it cooks best
when food is served
and all the rest have eaten

like those flowers on the
paths
for whom do they bloom?

like all the beauty and goodness
for whom shall they be?

the artist sees them
and re-creates them
and then after a moment
gives them all away

imitating God.