GOD AS POETRY EDITOR
He dips His pen in the black hole of night
To recover an image and give it more light.
Sometimes He uses a digital pad,
Revising the first idea He had,
Editing in and out of time,
Honing the meter and smoothing the rhyme.
He deftly spells and abbreviates
Cities, towns, mountains and lakes.
The metaphor of His master plan
Is hand to God and God to man.
And when the poets have had their say,
He folds them all, with love, away.
--from The House Where Winter Begins, Poems by David Thane Cornell.