I taste the savour of his extreme wisdom
I see the brain behind the painting brush
Stroking a vivid picture upon my visage
I saw the hands that sculpted the earth
Casting clay upon galaxies – formless and void
I heard the voice of still waters
That forms the solar system from the deepest darkness
I saw the brush of wisdom,
Sunk in the paints of awesomeness
That sketched the blue skies
Separating the firmament
As the drops that flow from His unexplainable wisdom
Stretch to the waters and design the blues seas
Indescribable as he made fowls of the air
Spreading impressive lines of swan movements
Flocking to the west
As he drew animals of different Aves
And the beast of the fields
Crept out from the zoology of his brush
There I stood – sighting this beautiful figure
Erupting from dusk, he lovely-groomed
He called the pearl of His eyes
Made from His own fascinating image
Then I realize, without doubt
His creation was without damage!
Written by: Doubra God’swill Grikpa
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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