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Tag: Creator

October 5, 2025

THE POET

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THE POET

In the beginning,
The Poet spoke creation
into being. He,

along with His Son,
effortlessly began all
with only Their voice.

All that is, was, or
ever will be, was simply,
easily, declared.

All creation sings.
It even began with song.
Now THAT’s poetic!

© Marie Elena Good 2025

As for me, this is the desire of my heart: “And I’ll be the poet who sings your glory – and live what I sing every day.” ~ Psalm 61:8

“The morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy.” ~ Job 38:4

Job, Psalms, Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, Lamentations, and the Song of Solomon are poetry books in the Bible. If you believe, as I do, that the Bible is the inspired word of God, God is a poet! I LOVE that!

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August 16, 2025

The Atmosphere Here

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Hundreds of billions
of stars in the universe
pale when compared to

the tens of trillions
of nonexistent dollars.
American debt.

© Marie Elena Good 2025

one trillion = 1,000 billion

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January 12, 2025

SPLENDOR

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SPLENDOR

An evening snow
of tiny glitter seems of
no real consequence.

Yet it’s all it takes
to blanket lawn, coat tree, and
hush and light the night –

its quiet splendor
reflecting the still, small voice
that sang its being.

© Marie Elena Good, 2025

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April 22, 2024

AND THIS

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My son and I sit together with his little cat family in his humble Cleveland apartment.  He grabs his book of Hubble Telescope photos.  He is fascinated with the universe and knows a great deal more about it than I do. He turns page after page, oohing and ahh’ing over the astounding beauty.  Immensity. Luminosity.  Each stunning photo compels him to share with me what he knows, and launches him to the next.  I am enjoying hearing the excitement in his swelling voice as we explore multiple moons and distant galaxies.

Then, the Milky Way.
His eyes grow tender.  Voice, soft.
“And this?  This is home.”

© Marie Elena Good, 2024

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April 8, 2024

TOTALITY, MAUMEE OHIO 2024

Photo by Keith R. Good

darkness fell swiftly
air cooled notably
birds fell silent
awe remains

© Marie Elena Good, 2024
#seventeenintwentyfour

“The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.” ~ Psalm 19:1

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January 14, 2024

GOD CREATED ALL THINGS (By James F. Fagnano)

He created all that we are,
and are not aware of.

And so that we might “know,”
he created all things in opposite,
and extremes.

He created joy.
The unbounded joy in everything that is good and beautiful.

And sorrow.
The unending sorrow of man’s inhumanity to man.

He created heat
So searing, it turns all it touches into itself.

And cold
So penetrating, it can suspend the very essence of life.

He created the winds
With power enough to destroy anything man erects.

And calm
So still, even the spider’s web is unmoved.

He created love
So full and without reservation, that he gave us his son.

And hate
So destructive, it renders us incapable of love and joy.

And he created you.
You are joy.
The joy that brought balance to the sorrows of life.

You are love.
The love that reproduced itself in two beautiful children.

You are warmth.
The warmth in a world that often seems cold and uncaring.

You have been like a cool breeze,
blowing gently through my life.

And like God,
Who created all things,
I, too, will love you

Forever.

© James F. Fagnano

(Dad wrote this for Mom, for her 60th birthday.)

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September 4, 2022

WHAT THE JAMES WEBB TELESCOPE CAN’T SEE

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Exposure to the vastness of our world
reveals the limitations of my brain.
As gleaming glows of galaxies unfurled
have come to light, I cannot even feign

to grasp a tiny bit of what exists,
or visualize what else may be out there.
For as the search continues to persist,
we’ll surely find more great unknowns elsewhere.

Here’s me, my feet fixed firmly to the ground;
my tiny world spills full with those I love.
My eyes and heart lift up to God, spellbound
at what He made that I can scarce dream of.

This God who spoke unending realms to be,
sees fit to whisper words of love to me.  

© Marie Elena Good, 2022

“When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars which you have set in place: What is mankind that you are mindful of them? Human beings that you care for them?”
~ Psalm 8:3-4

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August 28, 2022

Ears to Hear

Photo credit: Keith R. Good
She sits in silence,
listening for God to speak.
But she hears no one.

She sits in darkness,
watching for God’s appearance.
But she sees nothing.

She grasps at the air,
trying to feel God’s presence.
But she feels nothing.

She raises her voice.
“Abba! Father! Where are You?”
He, soundlessly, speaks.

She closes her eyes,
absorbing His attention,
knowing who He is. 

Her heart hears His voice
in both silence and sound. He
gives her ears to hear.

She opens her eyes
sees Him everywhere, in
all He created.

The air wraps her up,
blankets her in His shelter,
fills her lungs with Him.

She knows she is His.
She sees and hears and feels Him.
She knows what she knows.

© Marie Elena Good, 2022
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February 20, 2022

LIFE, COMPOSED IN THREE PARTS

Photo by Keith R. Good
Part 1. LEGATO

Since love and laughter
sang the notes to her childhood,
she tuned in to life.

She felt melodic,
harmonious, and ready
to embrace her song.

Part 2. ARPEGGIO

A child bride’s ballad,
meant to mirror her childhood,
ends in broken chords.

A sharp turn taken,
her imposed solo becomes
a balanced duet

as her new partner
discards the shards, and the two
play in consonance. 

Her children (her heart),
born improvisers, still long
to dance their own dance.

Part 3. CODA 

Moons rose and set. Her
parents grew sickly; her song
became elegy.

Still, her partner hums
his strength, and her Composer 
breathes psalms in her lungs.

© Marie Elena Good, 2022
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May 30, 2021

BENEATH THE MOON OF GOD’S CHOOSING

Photo by Keith R. Good

In the midst of war
(and there is always a war)
lies grim misjudging.
Fear of difference.
Insatiable greed for land.
Resolute loathing.
Dire false impressions.
Grave miscommunications.

And a common moon.

And beneath that moon,
in God’s perfect alignment,
is home to us all.
We’ve food and water
(if only we’d gladly share),
great plains and mountains,
celebrated seas
with unfathomably large
communal mammals.
With microscopic
yet astoundingly complex
sentient beings.
Sands God has numbered
stay in place as our home spins,
not spilling a drop
of the vast waters
that both adorn and provide,
beautify and quench.

And though we do not
tend to her needs (let alone
the needs of “others”),
God gave us this home
brilliantly placed beneath the
moon of His choosing,
populated with
children He chooses to love.
(There are no “others.”}

© Marie Elena Good, 2021

#5-7-5

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