Creator

Creator 


My God is my Creator
My guide, my mentor.
All my days, all my nights
He guided me, through
Pain and pleasure
Through fame and failure.

I talk to Him when in peril
I tell Him of every thrill.
Him, I see in the wide blue sky,
The earth, and the butterfly.
How can anyone miss Him
In a flower, in a rainy shower?
Or in every other natural wonder.

The tall green grass dances
In abandon, in His praise.
The mountain peak
The silver creek
The effulgent Sun
The soothing Moon
The eternal stars
The distant shores
The wavy translucence
The gossamer cloudy wisps
Are ever in love
With God, the gentle Dove.

I find Him not just in Benaras,
Jerusalem, Mecca or in countless
Shrines that mark the religions.
I feel His presence
In every atom, every place.

In every good word, His voice.
His touch in a compassionate hand
I recognize His ways in events
That change the history of man,
The existence, the world, the universe.

Without Him I do not exist
I shine with Him on my conscience
Always, till the end
And even beyond.