Her carved, painted rocks, risen to the sky,
They have to be the work of our Mistress.
We take what she gave us, not knowing why,
that our souls with such beauty She did bless.
Look! Did you see? I thought I saw it move...
Perhaps Her hand slid by, changed a feature.
Mystery is there, behold and behoove,
Bestowed on man, that unworthy creature.
Even when left, the memory lingers,
to be carried forever in our rhymes.
Gilded with love, a gift from her fingers,
to uplift our souls and pleasure our minds.
What She has written, let man leave alone,
Her beauty to see, our souls to atone.
Author notes
The hand of God, evidenced in a canyon. Image uncredited.
A contest entry
- This Must Be A Gift From God by smonte19124.
2750 points, ended January 21, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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God is not a girl , he just can not be!!! I only get along with men . you make me smile.
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I loved everything about this fantastic write and I thank you so much for entering and good luck in the contest. God Bless, Jo-Ann
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Her hand carved talent speaks for its-self for no man can create as she does...nature always grabs me in awe...and you captured the essence of rocks and there unique forms....this is an inspirational read of piety....renewing appreciation for life....excellent poem my dear...........Novy
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