When was it that we first glimpsed God?
Was it in the red, wrinkled smallness
in the half light?
Or later in the strong feet
striding across the hills
which a few aeons ago he had called into being?
Or with a strange thrill
in the hand which reached out to touch some
and make it whole?
Or in a sudden contact
with those searching eyes,
Splitting men’s heart’s like pea pod’s to pour in?
Or was it yesterday
When in a moment of forgetfulness
we lost ourselves
and came across him
A poem from the Lithurgy of Life Book
by Donald Hilton