The Opened Eyes

 
“WHERE is a God?" cloth weary Reason
say—
“I see but starlit skies.”
`Where is the sun?" So calleth at noonday
The man with sightless eyes.
Thou, little child, from thee God is not far;
Look inwards, not above:
Thou needest not to roam from star to star,
For God is Love.
G. T. S.