The Faucet of your Mind

Do not speak doubt

For perfection’s call is here

Though it may seem desolate

Like the whole world

has disappeared

Trust in my hand

I have created you, perfected

Along with every square of land

Every space of matter has

the breath of my expanse

You are chosen and whole

Doubt is only a ghost

Left in the crevasses of time

Not intended to run over

the faucet of your mind