And yet He knows every one.

He formed them by the richness of His voice,

                                                Took every gleam;

And placed it in the very millimeter of the universe

where it would display the most glory to His handiwork.

                                Rubbed it until it glistened of His brightness,

                                                                Smiled:

                                                                      And then He named it,

                                                                                                and called it Me.

- Sometimes the lessons of life live on in eternal repetition, just going through the process faster and faster each time... that is why I like reading old poems - including some from 5 years ago.:-)