Thursday, December 29, 2005

The Divine Hand

Thou smallest grain of sand, the strength of mountains might,
Thou slithering breeze of air, hovering endless strides,
Thou placid stream of water, shattering all that stands thy way,
Thou sparkling glow of fire, bringing all that starts to an end,

Thou one they call men, for whom all shall exist,
Thou beauty of creation, thou natures final triumph,
It’s thy collective soul, who stands witness to this hour,
When with consent of my creator, I shall name thee GOD.

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