The Glorious Painter

He has been painting incessantly,
Since the Garden of Eden wailed,
Witnessing the Original Sin,
Of the beings, primary.

He does not paint shapes alone,
Unlike a volcano the canvas is ever alive,
So are the works of art,
Each like an actor playing a part, known and unknown.

Glory be with Him and His creations as we find,
Him letting them move at large,
Controlling at once like flying kites,
Tolerant like a tranquil sea and fierce like a west wind.

Within an endless canvas we are,
Both accessible and beyond,
A surface to walk on,
A colossal space to stir.

The walking pictures end up in gloomy sepulchres,
Turning into foodstuffs,
Of those they crushed once,
The paintings make room while they rise heavenwards.


-God is portrayed as a painter.

by Md. Ziaul Haque

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