The Creator Poem by Denis Martindale

I stare at stars that shine above,
and ask if these are proof enough,
that God made everything to plan.

I stare with eyes my God has made,
and suddenly I see doubts fade,
as I, this universe, might scan.

And with my ears, I hear birds sing,
and, oh, what happiness they bring,
for I, too, whistle, as they can.

Designed to be a miracle,
God made my face quite capable,
and God knows I'm a grateful man!


Denis Martindale. September 2020.