Window Writer

Window smooth
On surface move
Your hand to prove
The world to me

Illuminate
Upon your face
Discover God
To clue embrace

The world is yours
By marker held
Each motion news
In awe compelled

Equation sure
In light of sun
The handiwork
A mortal one?

And how be known
In light of this
When all will think
Much less and miss
The work you've done
To understand
When we have all
But shallow hand