We say God is hidden,
But is it we who fail to see?
Is She not in your lover’s gaze,
In the quiet grace of the setting sun,
Or the pale moon’s gentle glow?
Does She not whisper in the warmth you feel,
In the meal laid before you,
In the kindness of a stranger’s smile?

We turn our backs,
And think She turns away
But perhaps She’s been waiting all along
Patient, as the sea waits for the shore
Longing for us to return
To her soft, unyielding embrace