The Creator Of All Things - Poem by Doris Niswonger
The melody of a stream babbling
Over rocks sets my heart to dancing.
The cadence is harmony in the music
Of nature. The warbling of cardinals
Enhances the beauty of the moment.
Every now and again the breeze
Leaves it's signature upon the tall grasses,
Leaving just as quickly as it came,
While leaving behind a refreshing splash.
White butterflys wing their way as
Guided by the Creator of all things.
The most profound of all his works
Is the human spirit, who, when enlightened
By the Spirit of God,
Recognizes that apart from Him
He would be a lifeless shell of a human.
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