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 lips her kisses' pressure,
Half-waking me at night, and said
'Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser?'
~A Child's First Thoughts of God by Elizabeth Barrett Browning