RELIGION Poem: Creator, Creates, by Estelle Tudor

The creator took grief and smudged it across the sky,
With one mighty fingertip,
He caused the clouds to cry.

The creator took love and painted it on the buds,
With every leaf opened,
It swallowed up the floods.

The creator took hope and twisted it in an arc,
With seven vibrant colours,
He promised no more dark.

The creator took peace and tossed it into the sun,
With gentle healing light,
Its feathered force be done.

The creator took time and swirled it into the air,
With each granule of sand,
He vowed to remain fair.

And so the creator, created, a world so fresh and new,
With another person born,
Its frequency lifted and grew.