Or heard His voice?
I know you won't claim that,
Nor would I.
I know you won't claim that,
Nor would I.
But as I look around,
I feel the presence of a spirit,
Manifest in every single thing,
Living or otherwise.
The boundless stretch of the blue,
Overseeing the earth below,
Covering it from end to end,
Like the most concerned guardian.
And the earth all stretched about,
Enlivened with myriad creatures,
Amazes me with its capacity,
To hold so much in its sphere.
The ocean touching the horizon,
Sets me wondering often,
Why it never breaks its shores,
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