To My Image

not behind everything is my hand not everything even I understand I try to craft from chaos some order leave some unfinished some on the border. my home though cosmos I reside within without being choosy about skin and sin the good and the bad I have to take along like I take in my stride all right and wrong. if you have faith I make some sense to the faithless I'm just nonsense so made I'm no grudge can harbor satan and angel find my favor. I feel burdened when see the mankind finding in everything my hidden hand not realizing if only I had a magic wand would have made this world an unblemished land.