The Same Hands

The same hands
that created the universe
that put the stars on the sky
weaves my waist

The same fingers
that painted the clouds
that shaped the earth
gently caresses my hair

The same breath
that moves the winds
that started the storms
gave a life inside of me

The same eyes
that watch over the worlds
always see me through
guide me even through the toughest path

HE loves me . . .
Yes,
He loves me