Few lines from a poem by The Great Mystic rumi...

If we come to ignorance, that is His prison.
And if we come to knowledge, that is his Balcony

If we come to sleep ,we are His drowsy ones.
And if we come to wake,we are in His hands.

If we come to weeping,we are His clouds full of raindrops.
And if we come to laughing, we are His lightning in that moment.

If we come to anger and battle,it is the reflection of His wrath.
And if we come to peace and pardon ,it is the reflection of his LOVE