O Beloved, everywhere I look, You are!
Every sound I hear is You!
Every touch, taste, scent, all You!
Every child’s face is You,
Every stranger, every friend
Of every nation, end to end.
Every sound echoes Your voice!
The wind stirs the trees and
The leaves sway to La Illaha ill Allah!
The sea waves Your name to the shore
The earth grows Your name in its bounty
The sky colors Your name in aching blue.
In all the worlds, everywhere
Without end, there is only You
The Merciful and Everlasting Friend.
- Irving Karchmar, July 2007
Note: This poem was originally part of a longer post which you can read here.