The Poet

Once, I heard that we are God's poetry,

These dust-breathed forms being you and me,

Reflections of something outside of our reach,

Beyond what we cannot grasp or fully teach,

Something otherworldly, something holy.

A master artist hand-crafting humanity,

Each breath composing a larger poem, He

Painted with words, let creation preach,

Once, I heard that we are God's poetry.

Perfect stanzas drafting our destiny,

Anaphoric heartbeats testifying steadily,

The climax of creation when God, through speech,

Declared, "very good" (that's what the poet sees).

Once, I heard that we are God's poetry.