As should be obvious God means business
when She He They Them creates something
that heretofore did not exist.
Witness the mountains that were eons
in the making, each layer of upthrust
earth a chapter in the book of HOLY IDEAS,
with bones and time pressed between like
roses in the family Bible.
Observe the gathering of winds in great
wheels that scour sea and land with force
equal to that exerted in dividing light from
dark in a whirling dervish dance.
Behold the pippingtooth that unzips shell
and recedes within the beak on the day
after the chick kicks free.
Consider the note, the hue gathered by
ear or eye and the tasting of tongue as it
rolls these round in spit and thought til
they are pearls pushed through teeth that
yield or break into open palms.
If creation has taught anything it is this:
wise is she who waits with needle and string.
©Dana Hughes 11.2.19
Furthermore... 
I love the specificity of your images: “bones and time pressed… like roses in the family Bible,” “pippingtooth” (who else would have thought of that?), and the transformation of music, color, taste into pearls awaiting the poet to string them. This is good stuff.