Great indeed is the sublimity of the Creative, to which all beings owe their beginning and which permeates all heaven.

Something in existence keeps producing new things, and every living creature traces back to that ongoing productivity, whether you understand it as divine or as what nature does. Calling it sublime registers the scale without settling the question of what it is. The same generative business is behind a forest and behind whatever you put together on a Tuesday afternoon.

If that stays abstract, keep the practical end. Making things is not a specialist activity but participation in something very old. Treat your own small making as continuous with that, and it gets harder to dismiss as unimportant.