THE CREATOR ROLE

The Marble Skies look so perfect to my naked eye

Awe

I yearn to see the work of my own hands with the same child-like wonder

But my view is clothed for the winter

The work of the Great is equal to her name

But mine cannot be both marvelous and familiar

How I’ve forgotten the Great is me in a form never before seen

And the rags that clothe my perspective give it a voice unique

Like a sky that’s the same for only a single night

Awe

is what draws my creation into vulnerability

and brings its beauty to life