twenties and new leaves

Discomfort—
this thing that aids in nighttime wakefulness
And forces the pen. Thank you, God.
Every tiny shining
Fragment of truth
Is you
Building roads between self and source
Creation enters the room.
The shrouded faces of what is yet to see
Proclaim you as their deity.
Believe them today:
Battalions await your command
And only you know the way.