Where do I find God’s oneness?
Is it in this spring garden’s noise sparing?
In its utter quietness.
The blossom’s smallest leaves appearing.
The fascia’s brilliant yellow majestically spread.
Before me in great glory’s beauty.
Or a quiet prayer coursing unbidden through my head,
It’s strength the call of a power almighty.
The garden’s beauty so transient.
The prayer so fleeting too and humble.
The one so visual, the other sentient.
But both point to a truth incontrovertible a presence unfathanable:
That in this gardens loneliness.
My heart reaches out to a calling seeking ultimate oneness.