Creation An impression came over me Manifesting as a symbolic thought Drifting with no touch to true evidence The message dispels my concerns A single word Imprints a subtle arrhythmic sentiment Fading into an indistinct existence It leaves me at peace Reverence unveiled through suffering Arcs in an ascent to spiritual awakening I touch the face of Creation And sing Her praise in lyrical grace Faith solidifies around me In a silent unity of spirits I can finally let go Trusting an unseen hand to guide my soul

Copyright M.D. Burke 2003