When Mortals Gaze at Gods

Nature is the Canvas of the Gods

Every beautiful natural scene we view,

Every majestic sky with shades of blue,

Is a gift from the Gods for us mortals to see,

The elegance of a waterfall dropping into a tranquil sea.

The romance of a magnificent sunrise,

In its divine splendor of colors fill our eyes.

We, mortals, gaze at the work of the Divine,

Yet, we are desperate and search for a sign.

Nature is a canvas of the eternal Gods,

Woven with golden thread and silver cords.

We, mortals, can only view the supreme,

When we close our eyes and slip into a dream.

All the world is a gift for us mortals to view,

We need not hunt and search for a secret clue,

To the mysteries of the spiritual and the Divine,

When we are the creations of the Universal mind.

As we do the dance of life and mortality,

We are instruments of the Divine mystery.

The questions and the answers we seek,

Are hidden in our thoughts and the words we speak.

Our lives are part of the canvas of the Divine,

We are the threads of silver and gold in every line.

Every beautiful natural scene we view,

Every majestic sky with shades of blue,

Is a gift from the Gods for us mortals to see,

The elegance of a waterfall dropping into a tranquil sea.

The romance of a magnificent sunrise,

In its divine splendor of colors fill our eyes.

We, mortals, gaze at the work of the Divine,

Yet, we are desperate and search for a secret sign.

When the Gods look down on our mortal game,

They know us all by every hair, face, and name.

When we gaze at the Gods of our creation,

We know that though we lose we can still win.

As we do the dance of life and mortality,

We are instruments of the Divine mystery.

The questions and the answers we seek,

Are hidden in our thoughts and the words we speak.

Our lives are part of the canvas of the Divine,

We are the threads of silver and gold in every line.