We Make The Creator

We Make the Creator

We went lookin’ for God in the sky above,

Thought He lived in some distant kind of love,

But every time we prayed alone,

All we found was an echo in a stone.

Then we looked at each other, heart to heart,

And something broke that kept us apart,

Our pride fell down, our walls got thin,

And a different kind of light moved in.

We don’t find the Creator, we make Him here,

From every intention, every fear,

Between our hearts and the space we bring,

That space between us is everything.

Every thought we hold about the Ten,

Is the shape of the world we’re livin’ in,

If we judge, we darken the frame,

If we love, we give Him a name.

No image, no face, no holy throne,

Just the will to bestow in flesh and bone,

What we build in the space we share,

Is the only God we can declare.

We don’t find the Creator, we make Him here,

From every intention, every fear,

Between our hearts and the space we bring,

That space between us is everything.

No friends, no God — that’s the law,

No love, no Light — no form at all,

The Upper Light just waits in line,

Till we design the interface inside.

We don’t find the Creator, we make Him true,

From how we relate, from how we choose,

Not in the heavens, not in our head,

But in the love that we build instead.

A Penny Of Light

A Penny of Light

I was not born to fix the sky,

Or gather stars that wander by,

I came with just a spark so small,

A shattered piece from Adam’s fall.

Once we were one, one breath, one flame,

No loss, no distance, no two names,

But light was broken, love was split,

And I was born from part of it.

Not with a crown, not with a key,

Just one small coin entrusted to me,

A penny of light, a fragile part,

Hidden deep inside my heart.

I searched the world, I searched the mind,

For something higher I could find,

But Heaven whispered, soft and true:

“You only need to fix your you.”

Not all the souls, not all the pain,

Not every loss, not every chain,

Just this desire, this will I hold,

This place where love turned into gold.

I wasn’t sent to be a saint,

Or paint the world without a stain,

I was sent back, again, again,

To learn how not to live for men.

But to bestow, to bend the heart,

To feel the friends as living parts,

To turn reception into prayer,

And find the Creator waiting there.

And if I fall, and lose the way,

The righteous come, they help me stay,

Not to replace my work or choice,

But lend me strength, and lend me voice.

So now I know why I return,

Not as a curse, but chance to learn,

Until this spark no longer hides,

And learns to love, and not divide.

When this small coin is fully bright,

When my desire becomes Your light,

There’s no more reason to come back —

I’ve paid my debt in love, not lack.

Not Moses’ crown, not Adam’s flame,

Just my small part, just my small name,

And in that drop, the whole is found:

One heart corrected, homeward bound.