Meet Your Maker

Majesty of the crown.

A gentle breeze on stirring leaves
my gaze falls beyond the trees
to spacious seas and boundless skies,
in light the hidden dark denies

An ordered glory seen before
that we regard as nothing more
than a force the universe restrains,
a faintly failing barren waste

In the majesty of the Crown
are mountains out behind the clouds
who are shrouded in a grand design,
when time decides the true divine

The night that blindly suffers light
in quiet asking questions why
we recognize the truth revealed,
believing secrets some instill

Our sun shows what we've become
from dust of which we're taken from
cast among the stars and sky,
in light the darkened world denies