Attatched To God's, Fingering Ring. Poem by Michael Gale

Stars bespeckled full tilted to light...
Reflected well inspiring to all this sight.

Floating by an invisible string...
Attatched to God's fingering ring.

As He waves His mighty hand...
A streaking star shoots ever so beautifully by so grand.

As i inwardly but silently, ooh and ah...
I continually cheer and respectfully, rah.

The moon shines forth it's massive beauty...
This in turn causes me to do my admiring duty.

The Heavens awaken, from a nudge, by God...
It now is daylight, by His approving nod.

A master piece has been equated...
By all of Mankind, Through His permission, we are now all related.

From Adam and Eve, has sprung forth Mankind's Family Tree...
From him to me, do we be, by one creator, from He, we be free.