To regard anything
is to regard You.
The infinitesimal sings its small song of You,
the hugeness bends,
the rain's prayer descends
to the lowest place,
the earth, in all its indifference
and glory, You sustain.
And our souls,
our souls are woven, have their breadth in You,
for the flesh ensouls, longs
May we do what we are meant to do:
to be a great many
in love with You in each other
and any good we may will with You.