The Whole of the World is Wrapped in God

The grass trembles

In the May breeze

How easy it is

To discover

The fragile free mind

Here in the hills uncover

The gift I had lost of joy

The unkindness of life

Had made me lose faith

In the goodness of soul

Yet here the whole

Of the world Is wrapped in God

Like the air

And I sit

And I listen

And I care.

• May was Miraculous