My Human Creator

The glory of your presence beautifies time;
It makes life worth living.
With you I grow, through you I know,
The art of life called living.

You make me cry, you make me weep,
You make my heart bleed deep.
But in the illusion of tears,
Your smile is a reflection of revival.

When I am wounded, I am weary,
And a dead stone I am-
You instill life back into me,
And become my Human Creator.

I call you in times of joy,
On you I depend when sorrow grips,
When life becomes a trial,
You make me try life.

When I lose my identity and become a tiny drop, in the sea of time,
You introduce me to myself.

For all you are,
For all I am,
I am glad our ways crossed.

-Monica