God of Detail

You are the God of eddies in the marsh, 
The swirl of green, a painting none can match. 
You are the God of light off mallard’s wing 
Tucked hastily behind his colored back. 

You are the God of insects’ constant whine
That fills a sky as luminous as pearl; 
You are the God of seasons and of time, 
The turning sun and phases of our world. 

You are the God of puddles in the road 
Strewn with oily rainbows quickly lost. 
You are the God of slimy greenish toads, 
And glow of rain on glistening clumps of moss. 

You are the God of structure and of change,
Present both in comfort and in loss, 
The God of both tradition and transition,
The underlying anchor of the cross. 

You are the God of bright days and the gray,
The distant mountains and the present drip 
Beyond my open window of the rain. 
You are the God of warm tea in cold hands.