Creator’s Mirror

He builds with hands of thought and dream and fire,

Machines that move, inventions bright and new.

But hearts are what the heavens still require

To love, to heal, to feel, to listen true.

The light he makes can shine across the skies,

Yet still it cannot warm a single tear.

The breath of life is God’s most sacred prize,

And giving care keeps every soul sincere.

One day he’ll see the soul was never small,

It lives in every act of gentle art.

To lift, to bless, to stand when others fall

That is the work that builds a human heart.