As I gaze with my inner eye upon the image of God I can not move, spell bound by the wonder that surrounds me.
I cannot look left for fear of turning away from the beauty on my right.
I cannot look right for fear of turning away from the beauty on my left.
I cannot look up or down for fear of the loss of either treasure above and below me.

What greed is this that I covet all the mysteries and bounties of God?
What shame should I feel for the lack of contentment when all the treasures of creation are presented, I cannot favor one above the other.

As I stand in the center of my universe I wonder do I love God or do I fear God?
Perhaps I both love and fear God.
But how can I love One whom I can not know or understand?
Why do I fear One whom I can not see?

Is God a figment of my imagination or am I a figment of God's imagination?
God in the voice of the messenger declares "I knew my love for thee therefore I created thee"*.

Should I scoff at such arrogance? What could have created me? I am who I am. But then I quake at my own arrogance and wonder "if I do not know all that surrounds me and can only learn as far as my eyes and my mind can see how then can there not be a Creator greater than me?"

Will all that exists end when my life ends? What arrogance is that? Tens of thousands of lives end each day yet I continue to exist and so it will be for me. Therefore the creation is greater than the individual. And so my existence in the vastness of time is insignificant a mere spark. I appear, I am, I am gone and the universe continues.

Some would have me believe our existence is mere chance, a phenomenon of nature, an occurrence with no purpose, that these chance occurrences happen throughout the universe and therefore I should not waste time considering the existence of a Creator. Yet as I gaze beyond my world I do not see chance. I see universal laws and order. How else can we understand how the stars stay in place or move, how the stars and planets coexist in a dance of balance, how light and dark contrast to reflect the existence of more than ourselves. How else, if the laws of the universe are not constant can we understand and know of the existence of anything except ourselves.
I wonder, if we are mere chance why are we driven, compelled to understand and know more if it is not, instinctively to know the creation and by extension the Creator.

When I consider the rolling out of our universe from its beginning to its end I am not chance, I am the inevitable result of billions of years of evolution serving a single purpose as significant as the universe itself. And when our universe reaches its end, the spark that it was will be replaced by another universe amongst millions if not billions of universes that make up the Eternal 'I Am'.