In realms where cosmic dust is spun, where stars begin and end, Resides a rhythm, deep and old, the timeless Father’s blend. A silent pull, a love unseen, its whispers touch the soul, It beckons all with gentle grace, to find their destined role.

From the birth of time’s first moment, to the last eternal sigh, His transcendental touch is felt, beneath each earthly sky. In every beat of heart, in leaf, in stone, in wind, in tide, Through ages past, in futures vast, His spirit does abide.

Each twinkling star, a sermon told, each galaxy, a prayer, His sacred voice in silence found, His presence everywhere. Across the eons, wide and deep, His endless love unfurls, Echoing through time and space, a dance that never twirls.

Awaken, hearts, to this sweet song, this universal hum, In every atom’s secret pulse, hear the transcendental strum. From ancient days to distant dawn, the Father’s call remains, A timeless chant of unity, in life’s unending chains.

The mortal eyes may fail to see, the ears may fail to hear, Yet in the quiet of our souls, His presence draws us near. For all is linked by sacred threads, spun from the divine, A timeless call, a silent pull, the Father’s holy sign.

A love that weaves through every life, an eternal, pulsing drum, His gentle whisper on the breeze, to which all hearts may come. We’re children of the cosmos wide, of time both old and new, Drawn by the Father’s spiritual pull, in everything we do.

So listen well, oh weary hearts, to the pulse that thunders through, The cosmic call of ages past, a promise ever true. No distance great, no time too vast, can sever this divine tie, The Father’s pull is always there, beneath the star-lit sky.

His love as constant as the stars, His wisdom like the sea, From now until the end of time, that’s where He’ll always be. In the silent echo of the soul, across the chasm of time, His transcendental pull persists, a symphony sublime.

prompt ChatGPT: write a poem detailing the inner spiritual pull of the transcendental Father across all of time.