God feels through the grass

«O Thou, Who’s infinite in space…»

Gavrila Derzhavin

 

God feels through the grass

God thinks through the trees

He breathes in them, smells fragrant,

And He is in the bees, and in the wasps,

In their beauty and perfection,

He lives in them and speaks,

He is they, they are He,

He is in stones, in air, in man,

In all the stars, in the atoms of creation,

Everything is only God,

He is everything in everything,

And there is nothing else

And even darkness and emptiness,

Which most of all

Whose name is Infinity,

God fills it all

And emptiness does not exist!

And just one dot,

A speck of dust is smaller than a microbe

Invisible under a microscope,

In it resides what

We call the Universe where we live

On our little planet,

Where are we, trees and flowers,

Where are - birds, fish, clouds,

And storm and rainbow and snow,

Volcanoes, rocks, dinosaurs,

And the Glory of God is this world

Overwhelms and carries

In Your loving palm,

What we don't value as much as we should

What we hardly notice

But the One who invented time

And created the universe,

He still loves us and is patient...