“His Hand” read by Pat Severin.
His Hand
by Pat Severin
If I could see God’s hand at work,
imagine what I’d see.
I’d see Him with His brush in hand
deciding what would be …
the color of each tiny flower,
each shade, exactly right.
The glistening dew of misty morn,
the starlight shining bright,
the seasons as each one unfolds,
the varied greens of spring,
those gorgeous purples, yellows, reds
and all that summer brings.
But then, as summer turns to fall
He touches first the trees,
exchanging green for burnished orange
creating Autumn’s leaves.
I’d see His brush remove those shades,
exchanging them for white
as chilly winds begin to blow
with winter’s cold and ice.
But whether I am warm or chilled,
He makes each season mine
and signs the picture with His brush,
Your Father, the Divine.
About the Poet
Pat Severin, a retired Christian teacher, is also published in such Christian magazines as the Agape Review, the Clay Jar Review, The Way Back to Ourselves, Heart of Flesh, Vessels of Light, Calla Press and Words of the Lamb. A singer/songwriter, as well, Pat was recently featured in the online magazine, Wildgreens, and has contributed to three books.
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