Walk Upon Light

 If everything we create is first imagined, how hard is it to imagine Creation?

It must all begin somewhere,

deep inside the mind.

Impassioned by the heart,

creation has its start,

fueled by passion’s fire,

to bring forth pure desire.

The treasure of the heart,

is imagination’s find.

Into our existence,

Brought forth from the night,

Thoughts becoming real,

We walk upon the light.

Thought is only energy,

the power of the mind.

For matter is composed,

as Einstein did propose,

of energy in form,

in balance to conform.

True nature of reality,

How could we be so blind.

Into our existence,

Brought forth from the night,

Thoughts becoming real,

We walk upon the light.

Our thoughts are so imperfect,

and from them we create.

From the work of our plans,

and sweat of our hands,

as the desires we feel,

our hearts do make real.

How creation came to pass,

is not hard to contemplate.

Into our existence,

Brought forth from the night,

Thoughts becoming real,

We walk upon the light.

If God’s thoughts are perfect,

He then adds energy,

and energy makes matter,

brought from the latter,

Perhaps he spoke creation,

for the heart’s elation.

With free will beings to be,

embracing all that they see.

Into our existence,

Brought forth from the night,

Thoughts becoming real,

We walk upon the light.

Quantum thought confounds,

in balance with Relativity.

String Theory adds dimensions,

more than I would care to mention.

God went to lengths to show,

truth we all need to know.

Possibility has no limits,

growing my faith infinitely.

Into our existence,

Brought forth from the night,

Thoughts becoming real,

We walk upon the light.