The Builder Of Order Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Behind our world, ever leaning toward chaos,
He stands—the Builder of Order.
Steward of clarity,
He shapes systems, stories, and blessings:
veils through which His steady hand moves,
a hand that works by wisdom's measure,
intention's forge, foresight's thread,
in coordination's silent craft.

Into every work entrusted to man
He weaves faith's root,
discipline's keel,
imagination's flame—
the eternal triad
from which form ascends the void.

He forged the generations before me
and summons, without pause, those yet to come,
each drawn from archetypes
held within His essence:
living Ideas,
clothed in obedience.

Every idea descends as creation,
breath-moved, path-bent—yet guided
by the Scribe of unseen ways.
No mere maker of singular forms,
He is the Weaver of boundless patterns,
each sustained by His command,
His living breath.

And I—
may I build in words as witness,
for all creation is His self-disclosure,
set in place to restore,
to uphold,
the architecture of the divine.

—December,29,2025