A poem about the appreciation of our creative force.

Creator of the stars of night why do you linger so
while I by quiet light do wander aimless as a doe
Oh Master of this wonderous great divide
when will you place an angel at my side?

Celestial architect of cosmic beauty
soul shaper of the galaxy ands sweet eternity
allow those Jophiel wings to breeze me through
like a rose when the wind caresses it with dew!

Oh great magician of the dawn and dusk alike
can you shelter me from rain when thunder strikes?
Oh Master, as you spin my silver into twilight
can you weave my shadows and turn them into flight.