Invisible hands
Have sculpted this land,
Mountains and trees
And all that you see
Were sculpted by His
Invisible hands

Invisible fingers
With each touch linger,
And carress their creation.
His only motivation
Is the beauty that He knows
Is yet to come

A faceless artist
Distorted by the mists,
That cloud our minds,
As we search the skies.
We could see the sculptor,
If we could clear our eyes

He has always been there,
And he always will
A nameless sculptor
With immeasurable skill
He doesn't mind,
When we don't understand
The things that he does with his
Magical,
Incredible,
Invisible,
Hands

Giovanna Marasco

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