Topography of God in Art

We are God's greatest masterpiece.

We are made of the earth and sky,

morning star, evening flame,

conceived in the All-Seeing Eye.

Breath of Life forthwith came.

Whene’er it rains, beauty is born.

A rose blossoms beside the thorn.

Whene’er it rains

        Whene’er it rains

Oceans rise as a cloud is torn.

 

A new day dawns whose breath is sweet.

The past is planted green.

Flowers blossom beneath my feet

as if I were a queen.

Walking softly, I plant more seeds.

Wildflowers grow among the weeds.

Walking softly   

Walking softly

I follow my heart as it leads.

 

The gentle grace that comes with time,

the lessons that we learn,

the words we weave in threads of rhyme

is wisdom to discern.

Earth in my bones, rain in my heart,

I am a brimming flower cart.

Earth in my bones

        Earth in my bones

Topography of God in art.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

Linda Marie 🌾

From your title and illustration to intro, through every precise line and verse, your rich poetic-voice has blended the most fulsome poetic textures and hues in rendering this incomparable display of a masterfully brilliantly rare Refined Trijan REFRAIN form.
In sharing every poem you've posted at the Café, I've often marveled at the depth, breadth, and capacity of your poetic skills … this holds true to this day.
Furthermore, not only is the span of your formatic portfolio amazing, it is but a smidgen when compared with your vast original skills in how your depthlessly-creative mind blends metaphor, imagery, emotion, intellect, and every imaginable poetic device in consistently breathing vivid life into words in such a way they virtually dance up off the page.

Yeah, I know … you think I'm a bit over the top, but inspired is inspired, and smitten is smitten, as appreciated, respected, and admired is, too.

Plus, what else am I to do when so much in verse one unexpectedly defines and finds something that's Me,
as it all reveals so very much about the wonders of You? ⁓ Richard 🍂

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Richard. I think the maddening crowd is made of poets; for, we never stop! The words, while stilled on occasion, wrestle within until, inevitably, they find their way out again. It is nice to admire and be admire, to inspire and be inspired, to write and be read. To have the power to move someone with words is the best.

I am glad for your visit and grateful for your presence.

Thank you.

Linda Marie

[Ken Simm.]

This is truly a hymn. Soectacular use of words and rythmn.

[MomzillaNC]

Beautiful to the point of spiritual. Words of wisdom and hope.

[Ken e Bujold]

a classic pen Linda. harkens back to the masters, Lord John Shelley. a true wordsworth

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I love this it’s astoundingly beautiful

[Chris Shaw]

So many references to nature here Linda. Your stanzas are a work of art and always such a pleasure to read. You have a golden pen. Magical poetry.

[Kelly Scheppers]

If I were to ever lose the ability to write, this is poetry I would immerse my soul in.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Oh, my! What a lovely thing to say, Kelly. Thank you!

[Sami Khalil]

Your poem is awesome. So much truth and grace in your verses. You weave wisdom in all.

Wowzy woooo!

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome dear poet