On the Pervasiveness of God
When I was still a tyke our God, they said,
was everywhere and so I sought to know
how He could manage it. I thought in bed,
in school and play, Him racing to and fro
to be on top of things and hear our woes
immediately and hold us in his arms.
It can’t be done that way, I thought. Life goes
too fast for cosmic distances. The charms
of stars within our Milky Way alone
told me no brilliant architect would build
a world so hard to reach. He’d need a phone
with magic traits to tell us how he’d willed
us into being and shown how much he loves
us, everyone, and comes to our defense
without delay, and sparing nothing shoves
our pain aside before it gets intense.
At last I got it, almost all at once:
He permeates all space, including us.
I found myself at last a happy dunce.
Christ lives in me; no need for travel fuss.
