In This World, Not of It.

The skies, they are yours.
The pink, the purple, the blue, the gray.
All reflections of you.
The earth, it is yours.
The textures, the altitudes, the depths, the fruit.
All reflections of you.
The waters, they are yours.
The mystery, the medium, the power, the stillness.
All reflections of you.
The fire, it is yours.
The passion, the fury, the way it consumes.
All reflections of you.
The creatures, they are yours.
The types, the patterns, the colors, the purposes.
All reflections of you.
I… I am yours.
My mind, my body, my soul, my creativity, my desires, my love.
All reflections of you.

Now, as you have made,
So will I.
In all my futility.
In all my limitations,
In my inability to see beyond the fog,
I will create.
For this is your will.
That your people would not succumb to what is normal,
To what is set.
But that we would use our hands,
Our thoughts,
Our hearts,
To create something beautiful,
As an offering.
For you.