They say that God lives very high!
But if you look above the pines,
You cannot see our God. And why?
And if you dig down in the mines,
You never see Him in the gold,
Though from Him all that’s glory shines.
God is so good, He wears a fold
Of heaven and earth across His face—
Like secrets kept, for love, untold.
But still I feel that His embrace
Slides down, by thrills, through all things made,
Through sight and sound of every place:
As if my tender mother laid
On my shut lids, her kisses’ pressure,
Half-waking me at night; and said,
“Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser?”
This poem was originally published in 1850 and is now in the public domain.