Monday, August 8, 2011


I think a Jeweler made the sky
I think He uses metals bright
He spread Himself an onyx sheet

And placed it over Earth at night

I think He took a crystal clear
And broke into many shards
He poured them out into the black
And we looked up and called them stars

He minted once a silver coin
And hung it out and called it “moon”
But sometimes it’s a pale pink pearl
And gold in months of harvest, too

The sunsets made of rubies red
The Jeweler pours on molten gold
And hangs out clouds of amethysts
As He has done for years untold

When rain falls in the sun’s warm light
I think it’s really diamond stones
They tumble down from up above
From that vast trove the Jeweler owns

And flakes of icy crystal fall
In winter months (we call it snow)
From selfsame clouds whence silver wire
Twists down to strike the ground below

If you lived out on sprawling plains
‘Midst amber waves, the way I do,
You wouldn’t doubt that sapphire is
The stuff that makes the skies so blue

The heavens shine so brightly there
The Jeweler truly knows his art
The emerald streaks in rainbow curves
Are gifts from Him to charm our hearts

~ © Andrea Grace


  1. Andrea,

    This is incredible. I need to sit down and introduce you to a thing called "Covenant Creation". Your artistic mind put's you right where the original Hebrew audience was many millennia ago. That puts you ahead of 99% of modern Christians.

    This poem is just beautiful. I want a hard copy on some really nice paper in a frame, with a signature. Let me know what that will cost.

    Humbled by your insight,



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