a song for my Master Artist

my God and Father,

you make the morning stars sing

and the trees clap their hands.

you spin the softness of feathers

and gild the rising dawn,

and clean your brushes on the evening sky.

you choose the clouds for your garment,

your chariot a stormy tempest

and the rain your song of love.

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