At Close Quarters

We partake of life,
At close quarters
With the fullness of God;
For the essence and savor
Of the Holy One,
Incarnates the life
Of every natural thing;
And is the Living Breath
Of all mankind.
His Being imbues all being:
Every crocus, pushing
Up through the winter's snow;
Every firefly, dancing lightly,
On the evening breeze;
Yea, even the newborn calf,
Leaping, in the raw joy
And exuberance,
Of newfound life.
All thine eye beholds,
Is gloriously filled
With the divine colophon
Of His eternal love.