God of wonder,
in you all things are possible.
Hand of creation,
through you the world came to be.
Light crashes into light,
atoms die a fiery death.
Tides rise and plates shift.
That your dream might thrive.
Mother of all,
you weave the universe.
You knit us together,
out of time and know us.
Your children are numberless,
you claim all things.
You have painted with a brush
of stars, the canvas of eternity.
Spirit of power,
we flicker and fade
in the heartbeat of a world.
Who will remember,
when we are gone?
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