Touch of God

Man has the impulse to build, to harmonize, to give meaning to chaos.
But between creation and creator lies a fragile boundary, just as between destiny and free will hides the mirage of power and the illusion of control.

The beauty of this impossible balance — between the infinite that pulses within the finite and the gesture that becomes an echo of creation — drives man to seek his reflection in divinity.
Perhaps something is transmitted: a gift, a calling, a vibration that transforms.

Who touches whom?
Perhaps the universe is only the instrument.
Perhaps the hand on the controls, the one orchestrating it all, is not man’s.
Or perhaps it is — but it bears the imprint of the One who touched him.

I called it “Touch of God.”