This is my latest poem. It appears in one of my science fiction stories. I know the meter is not perfect, none of my poems are, but see what you all make of it.
Worship not my splendid visage but my creations,
My astral tapestries, woven from bright strings and threads,
Jewels strung with love and care from my imagination,
Upon the worlds, I sow them to spread.
Worship not my name but that of my offsprings,
Their transient glory and lasting love, ephemeral sorrows and toils,
Sparks of perceptions in the celestial winds tossing,
Until they connect with the Silent Voice.
Fear not my Furies that shepherd you towards wisdom,
Tremble not beneath the echoes from the dawn of creation,
My blessing will grace you with a molecular Kingdom,
Yet the Silent Voice needs no adulation.