Photo by Bonnie Kittle
Tiny Fairies
God has sent out tiny fairies.
I can’t see them, but they’ve been here.
Doing their job like soldiers,
or flying munchkins, it is clear.
Bearing their magic wands, they go
from city to town to house.
From forest to grove to tree—
always, quiet as a mouse.
With their wands they touch each bough
just one time—at the tip.
Then colors flow like oil paint
into which each branch was dipped.
First the fingers, hands, then wrists,
as autumn creeps in silence.
Arms, back, and chest comply,
each tree now donning elegance.
Night after night the fairies work,
never stop ‘til the task is done.
From town to city to nation—
to every country under the sun!
How kind of God! How frivolous! Fun!
God has an artistic flair.
His paintings are shared on a scale
to which no artist can compare.
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