A Psalm (an old prose poem posted here for preservation)

Blessed be God, the only God, the ruler of all that is, of every subject, willing and unwilling. but He rules from the shadows, from the descended clouds of darkness which shield and barrier the eyes from detection. He governs from the dense fog which casts an impenetrable fortress wall over the harbor of fathom and understanding. He manages the affairs of souls from the hazy mist of unanswered queries and unobservable knowledge. He administrates solely: without advice, without poll testing, without reading the opinion pieces or the comments section. All us pitiable humans are conceived with divine cataracts which see only shadows, fog, and mist, unknowing that all Regality lies behind the clouds, beyond the opaque, on the other side, and thus forced to grope around in conspicuous ignorance. Blessed be God, the King, the only King, the Regal of shadows and opaqueness.