I listen for God—
the spiritual glimpsed through the commonplace, the things that He has made,
seeping through these fragile fingers and toes, this mouth, these eyes.
Not pantheism, but presence,
for if He is not here, we are lost.
Creator of all, filling all,
seeing You everywhere helps me see these creations not as tools
so how can I not care for all that You care about?
If in sky and water and flower I see Your witness-word, how can I not reverence all that is?
And even the things taken for my good pleasure and use,
I take not with presumption and waste, but blessing—
I listen for God in the intertwining of physical and spiritual—
not pantheism, but infused presence,
for if You are not here, I am lost.
Savior of all, filling all,