A Seeking Heart

Who are you?

What are you?

Where are you?

When I greet the new day

In a hymn to the rising sun,

I sense your presence.

When I trace the veins

Of a maple leaf,

I feel your substance.

When my gaze is held by a sunset

That colors the western sky,

I see your glory.

There is no need to look afar,

For in the rainbow's magic arc

I see a wonder ever new.

I am not worthy to name You,

But I hold You in my heart,

And pray one day to know You.