These parts of our frames, our members
Await your command to come together
Seen in your thought, manifested each other
Before anyone will ever come to remember
You see us before any other can
Anxiously coming forth according to your plan
No need to speak, just think us into being
A perfect specimen, as just what was seen
When we became like all others too
All power in you, nothing's impossible to do
Bringing into view what you already knew
We were always at our best, in our coming forth new
Life at its source, unborrowed and underived
A present in which we can't, but just thrive
In you all is present as the domain you occupy
We come to oneness, with so little to try
We would be made in your image and likeness
The form that we are, covered in eternal brightness
A light that is unapproachable to all
Deserving worship by all, both great and small
Displayed on earth by more than just hands
We belong to you, we're here at your commands
As babies fresh from our place once abide
If left alone we cry and cry, then we die
Vulnerable at our place, cradled as we should
The air we breath as we do everywhere
We need it, if not, we are no good
Others like us will know that we care
These frames in flesh we must confess
Are no good when left alone
So social we are, as so obsessed
As many an influencer has certainly shown
When as flowers we soon fade away
Time calls us to sleep in the earth below
Opine I am, to like-kind as me who say
What's left here is all, we'll ever know
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.