How can you not worship this?
In the absence of scientific knowledge, they stood in awe.
For this, they created a thousand religions.
A thousand candles burning, crackling, the sparks fly, strike and melts your frozen heart.
Amazed at the spectacle so grand,
they fan the winds of imagination into being.
The eyes behold the expanse, flotsam of light shining so bright on this cold wintry night.
It’s New Year’s Eve.
At this sight, lift your arms and take flight —
submit to the majesty of it all. With the jewels that crown the head, we are all kings. In this universe, we converse and survey our domain. Our hearts beat.
We meditate, our eyes feeding the soul. We stare at the wonder of it all.
So bright, they illuminate the dark blue crystal night sky. The canvas of creation we thus view. The wonders of angels came forth from this: shining so bright, with hearts of fire.