Creation

Like a miracle, off in the distance, but not so far away. Sands blow, winds grow, the birth of a new day. Whispers and echoes, joining hands. Sunsets, there's life surging out, moving lands. Here stands forever, time is still, From His guiding hand set upon us, showing the way. Into the vast echo sphere, journeys from past, travel here. Distant stars flash, clash was unheard. Mystic dark sparks, life has begun. Steadfast pace race shot from the sun. Ocean from a blur, blink of his eye with perfection overall. Motion, engraved a pattern on the wall. Wonders, creation and rhyme, seekers, believers, hold the line. Closed doors, stay behind them, sharing time. Distant stars flash, clash was unheard. Mystic dark sparks, life has begun. Steadfast pace race shot from the sun. How else would you state, of our create, the reason for fate, you having to wait, A crack from the sky, a stream running by, the gleam in your eye, your meaningless hate? And how do you rate?