A Child's Thought of God

THEY say that God lives very high!

      But, if you look above the pines,

You cannot see our God. And why?

And, if you dig down in the mines,

      You never see Him in the gold,

Though, from Him, all that's glory, shines.

God is so good, He wears a fold

      Of heaven and earth across his face—

Like secrets kept, for love, untold.

But still I feel that His embrace

      Slides down, by thrills, through all things made,

Through sight and sound of every place:

As if my tender mother laid

      On my shut lids, her kisses' pressure,

Half-waking me at night; and said,

      "Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser?"