His Grandeur

So many of His creations,

Are slaves and caged;

For the gratification and ease

Of fellow creations created by Him.

If not for His designs, how can this happen?

We are also incarcerated and controlled

To play the song of His pick;

For His gratification, for His compassion

For His generosity, for His benevolence.

This rotation of time spins endlessly.

Why vex and annoyed? Why moan?

For a crumb of food, we struggle.

Force our stride to the nameless,

To unbolt, new panoramas for majesty.