Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Creation

I need a stool
From which to sit
And allow my mind
To drift and find,
To cull and differentiate.

I need a sunny day
On which to stroll
Among the wildflowers
And consider the beauty
And the diversity
Of the world we inhabit.

I need a clean slate
Which offers no clue
But provides a clean canvas
Upon which to offer up a word
That might depict my tender heart
And replicate His creation.

We are all little gods
Looking for the new morning light
And a fresh universe upon which to tread,
To win someone's love and grudging respect.

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