Before the first light learned to break,
Before the sleeping dust could wake,
A thought took breath, a design unfurled,
To trace the borders of the world.
You are the ink in the midnight sky,
The ancient script where the galaxies lie,
Yet closer still than the breath I draw,
A sacred presence, a quiet awe.
Not found in stone, nor trapped in gold,
But in the stories yet untold,
In the steady pulse of a grateful heart,
Where human dust and the divine start.
An endless ocean, a boundless shore,
The quiet whisper behind every door,
The stillness found when the shadows fall,
The grand design that holds it all.