Suppose vanity exults creation Above Creator? Capture the moment. Worship the image As possessing life.
Gaze on the ship in the bottle, A gimmick, Devoid of wonder. Just big enough to drink in, Merely a sip by comparison To the soul setting upon the sea To catch the Wind in its sails To be carried aloft In hallowed abandonment.
Vanity thanks its fortune, And prostrates itself Before its stars. No One to thank No One due worship. Just another ship in a bottle. Taking on water And disappearing ‘neath Life’s waves.
Rudderless fool Contemplating the form of things, Playing with beauty, As though creating it anew. A kaleidoscope of folly Spills on the worldly canvas.
All the while, God shines forth in His creation, Only the willful blind fail to see. Preferring a world of mirrors To the light and splendor of Truth.