Where is He

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Where is He

Poem — An Invocation to The Master #18

Where is He, you ask, my Sire?
Oh it is He who lends hue to fire!
It is He who from flower smiles,
That skirts thy roads of human miles.
In the butterfly He doth rest
Landing softly on a rose’s breast.
In every wing His thought doth fly
In vine shrinking like a damsel coy.
The marvel to a wondering gaze,
Dimpled cheek on a beauteous face.
He is love that alights in heart,
The radiant curve of divine art.
He is patience vast in Nature,
The splendorous sun beyond compare.
He is light illumining my mind
And will that to Him doth bind.
The far drifting galaxy
Is but a chapter of His memory.
Of me is He origin and end,
By this life I run His errand.
All fortunes the fates can bring,
A single note of His music can’t sing.
Here, now and forever 
Stands the glory of my Sire!