you Raised your Hands,
and the sky parted from the sea.
the deep indigo waters
receded to blue, teal, aqua,
as the azure dust wafted into the expanse above.
the colors seceded from themselves,
white taking the form of cotton and pillows,
blue painting the world in a serene backdrop,
and then you lit the Sun,
with the Wave of your Hand, you set it Aflame,
orange bursts from a hidden purple flare.
you saw that it was Good, and it Was,
and it Is, and it Ever Will Be,
for you are there shining your beams upon me as I drift along the sea,
you are there sprinkling your grace drops, thundering your love,
blowing kisses in the wind to your creation,
your Child,
your Reason for Being.
