in a slip of wind
there are more blessings than atoms
in a drop of rain
more miracles than particles
if we the seeing eye become
then in this revelation we stand
witness to the blending of angels
shadow to the molding light
to kindle this fire in our innermost heart
with the flame of our spirit –
tell me, who then cannot see God?
whose eyes can remain closed?
it is more than your destiny
it is your home