Many people are asking themselves where He is.
He is in any religion as a thread through a string of pearls.
Heavens declare his glory,
If He is not for Himself, who will be for Him?
If it is only for Himself, what is He?
If not now, when?
There are the ways but the ways are uncharted.
Feet can walk because of Him, hands can hold, let them hold.
Hear what is heard by your ears.
See what is seen by your eyes.
Wave for garment of brightness.
Oh our mother, the earth,
Oh our father, the heaven,
Are you less than the piece of earth
When the piece finds friends that are grains
Hundreds of thousands of flowers.