My Mentor, My Creator

My search began on day one, "My Birthday"

To fill the emptiness of my heart.

Searched through pastures and greens,

Valley and great depths,

Kith and kin to quench my space.

My heart grew, as my emptiness did.

No one could quench mine, as they were me,

Like me in the race for search

The Creator knowing The Creation,

Took me to God, My creator.

With the question, "Who will fill mine?", "for the creation to seek the creator was the reason."

Only The Creator could mend The Creation, as a Goldsmith mends the ornaments

Search your Creator to mend your spaces, is my answer to all fellow seekers.