Omnipresence

Who’s seen the moon uncurl from heav’nly bed
And is she formed of rose or hook or smile?
Who’s seen flame’s heart burn far past glorious red
And crouched, entranced, by fire’s side a while?

Who’s felt the sweet embrace of gentle breeze,
Warm and cool and soft the selfsame time?
Whose soul has music brought low on its knees
With rhythm, chorus, magic and sweet rhyme?

Who’s glimpsed the muffling gauze of early cold
Draped softly o’er the sky in gold of dawn,
Whose even gaze seen morning’s hue unfold
And grasped the anchor that they do belong?

When dunes of silk extend from inky sky
Whose footprints mark the unknown, empty sand?
When bright-hoped children wonder endless why
Who lets them ask, but not to understand?

Whose eyes track men like specks, angels below
Each burning with their own eternal flame?
Who’s seen those lives connect, and truly known
Each flicker’s worth to Him is just the same?