I THEY say that God lives very high; But if you look above the pines You cannot see our God; and why? II And if you dig down in the mines You never see Him in the gold; Though from Him all that's glory shines. III God is so good, He wears a fold Of heaven and earth across his face -- Like secrets kept, for love, untold. IV But still I feel that his embrace Slides down by thrills, through all things made, Through sight and sound of every place: V As if my tender mother laid On my shut lips her kisses' pressure, Half-waking me at night, and said 'Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser?' |