And then sings my soul,
When observing the creation,
Songs of joyful mirth,
Fascination and appreciation.
The sensation and the feeling
That above this cloud filled ceiling
Is an ineffable, indisputable force
That caused and created all of this.
Forget the prophets,
And the anthropomorphic manifestations
Of the qualities and the virtues,
And remember and understand that we are a force ordained, tiny piece of this.