The Silent Architect

The Silent Architect

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.