01843 – God, the Artist
Hammarskjold, Dag

God, the Artist

Thou takest the pen–

and the lines dance.

Thou takest the flute–

and the notes shimmer.

Thou takest the brush–

and the colours sing.

So all things have meaning and beauty

in that space beyond time where Thou art.

How, then, can I hold back anything from Thee?

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