God's Whispers

Dreams are the whispers of God,
Yet we seldom understand
Those sighs of Creation.
How we struggle
To capture that fleeting essence
In physical manifestations
Only to see its form decay and collapse
Loosing that gasp
Back to the void.

By our hands
Do we become Heaven’s tools,
That by which His will be done.
And though our works
May be flawed,
And fail to hold His form,
In that fleeting moment
Between creation and cessation
Do we “know”
What He is trying to tell us:
That to follow that path
Of immaterial to physical,
Immortal to mortal,
Is not a fall from perfection.
It is to understand the price,
The value of Life.