Sonnet of God

O all that you think that you ever are
O all that you have doubted or forsworn
O reaching for the brightest lofty star
Or simply stumbling through 'til the next morn
O trials, misery, glory, delight
O joy which comes in largest quantity
O everything from dawn to curtained night
All these flow from the very heart of me
O sing creation for I am your god
O raise your music high ever to me
O tread it happily with feet unshod
This beauteous world that I hath made for thee
O shout with all the joy of knowing me
Before I slip away as breezes free