The Creator

I feel you around,
From sky to ground.
I know you exist,
Yet you live in bliss.

The people here, they don't see,
Many of your posibilities.
They fight and they shout,
and never try to figure anything out.

I know that you're there, yet you take no part.
I feel you right here, in my heart.
Some call you Universe, some call you God,
Some think they know you, others think you're odd.

I call you Creator, because I know,
Through natural law and reasoning, is how you go.
Some who believed this, are mocked in vain,
much like Al-Ma'arri, and Thomas Paine.

Yet, I don't care, what they say.
To me you are the creator, and that's how you'll stay.