Topography Of God In Art Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

We are made of the earth and sky,
morning star, evening flame,
conceived in the All-Seeing Eye.
Breath of Life forthwith came.
Whene'er it rains, beauty is born.
A rose blossoms beside the thorn.
Whene'er it rains
Whene'er it rains
Oceans rise as a cloud is torn.

A new day dawns whose breath is sweet.
The past is planted green.
Flowers blossom beneath my feet
as if I were a queen.
Walking softly, I plant more seeds.
Wildflowers grow among the weeds.
Walking softly
Walking softly
I follow my heart as it leads.

The gentle grace that comes with time,
the lessons that we learn,
the words we weave in threads of rhyme
is wisdom to discern.
Earth in my bones, rain in my heart,
I am a brimming flower cart.
Earth in my bones
Earth in my bones
Topography of God in art.