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Click hereGod is Horizontal
God is horizontal,
stretched in linear colors,
the horizon at dusk.
Head in hand he leans
over mountains with shadow,
softly yawns a gentle breeze
and drifts to sleep with darkness.
God is vertical,
reaching on tiptoes
in the splay of sunrise
as mighty sequoia aspire with him:
ancient columns of heaven
longing to follow him
into the feathery blue of sky.
God is spectacle
in the infinite variations,
the whispered silence of night,
a rainbow melody of morning
to the booming crescendo of storm.
He sings in a spectrum of sound,
a forever of possibility.
God is silence,
longing the subtleties of choice
he awaits the solitude
in eternal intervals of hope
and smiles at a singular caress
as a face looks upward with love.
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,500 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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said so beautifully! Wish I could write like this... painting a picture
The title caught my eye, and I'm so glad that I read this. Terrific use of language.
...phrasing. This poet is in total command of language and theme here.