Beneath the visible lies sacred geometry
Aligned to ancient, divine philosophy
I lay roses for liberation theology
In awe of angelic ontology

Atheists scorn the divine realm
Deny the God sat at the helm
To whom I give much, many an alm
Heaven a grain of sand sat upon my palm

There is too much harmony in nature to elude design
It's bounties yours as well as mine
Operating by the power of nine
Through clouds and sadness it doth still shine