I’ve
Always been
Jealous
Of God.

How could I
Ever paint like
Him as
He strokes
Across the earth
Sculpting mountains
And waning rivers
with grace
And ease on his
Gentle brush.

How could I
Dance like him as
He twirls around the
Universe
Commanding
The planets around him,
as
They twist and turn in an
Endless waltz

How could I ever love?
Someone like him,
With his affection
Passing
Touching us all
One
By
one
as it sweeps
through like the
Autumn wind

How could I ever
Shine like
Him with
His beauty
Surfing down
sun rays
Piercing through
All darkness

How could I listen like him
With his
Ears ***** and
Ready for
Any
And every
whisper of his name.

I grew angry,
And decided to ask
Him
Lord? How do I become
An artist like you?
How do I create like you?

He grabbed me by
My hand
And pulled me
Close to him,
As he dipped
His
Head down and looked
At me
To say,
“my child, do not worry”.

You
Were never made
To be a maker,
You were made to be a marvel!

For you,
And all my
Other
Children
Are my greatest work
Of art.