Saturday, March 24, 2012
A child will find you in every beautiful thing.
You paint the azure skies and the purple sunset;
You wake the sleeping buds in verdant spring.
You are the shelter when the storm will not let.
A mystic seeks you in perfection he has seen.
The edge of the vast ocean, first light after sleep;
The long unending rows of the giant evergreen,
The silent mountains, the moving roar of the deep.
The faithful calls you his purpose, the only right.
You are the Eternal and Indestructible:
The genesis of the universe, the day, and night;
The one true master of both heaven and of hell.
And sometimes you appear to these, my atheist eyes:
In acts of love, my second chances, this new start.
When I look up at the endless star-crusted skies,
This faint presence, a persisting hope in my heart.