The Eternal Gaze

God’s vision burns, no fleeting ember,
No tethered steps through time’s dismember.
He cradles whole the final form,
A sculpted end through chaos’ storm.

His attributes, like rivers bright,
Cascade as stars in endless night—
Each facet gleams, a prism’s fire,
Reflecting Him, His vast desire.

In crafting souls, His joy takes wing,
A symphony the heavens sing.
The image blooms, a radiant bloom,
Unveiled in light, no trace of gloom.

We, with eyes of clay and mist,
Clutch at shadows, moments kissed.
Our sight, a flicker, frail and thin,
Cannot entwine the whole within.

Yet His word, a molten stream,
Ignites the heart, a waking dream.
Its mystery weaves through veils of awe,
A cryptic rune, a sacred law.

No mortal mind can chart its course,
Or tame its wild, unyielding force.
Still, in its cadence, we are led—
To glimpse the image where He treads.