Art of the Creator

A humble poem, frail imitator,
of the composition of the Great Creator,
Who inquired, "Have you not seen,
many acts prior to you have been?"
The proud waves ordered at the shore,
"Halt and venture forth no more."

"Who formed afar Orion's belt,
treasury of snow, intensely felt,
light diffused, scattered on the earth,
the time the mountain goats give birth.
Who plotted the path of the thunder bolt,
the dazzling flash and startling jolt.'

"Can you describe the behemoth,
tail like a cedar, fierce when wroth?
Or, leviathan with millstone heart,
scales like steel, futile to part,
mighty, regarding iron as straw,
bronze as soft wood in his jaw?"

A fraction of His ingenuity use,
eclipse the best efforts of my muse.
Presume? My words a minor blot.
Humble human, poet or not.