Gabri-EL

You stretch forth your hands to wake the sky 

Every living thing bows and drown in the glory of your light.

The winged and the scaled 

The clawed and the feathered

Furs and the leather

The mountains and the echoes

Mock together 

All are music to thee

As you sing amongst your brethren

The Nebula dust that lingers from the eternal instruments 

that slept long with us within the dark. 

The void and the veil matter are the closet for the hidden hand of EL-edumare

So busy creating and destroying that there is no shrine for thee 

For you do not aid with human affairs

How long shall we sleep?

That thou attributes has been instilled 

From the image to the likeness

Evidence that we breathe 

Greatness upon US

Perception beyond the mind of our forefather's 

We the life germ of his ray to the womb of space

Singing to the unknown and the known for the rest of our days