As home from church we two did plod, <br />"Grandpa," said Rosy, "What is God?" <br />Seeking an answer to her mind, <br />This is the best that I could find. . . . <br /> <br />God is the Iz-ness of our Cosmic Biz; <br />The high, the low, the near, the far, <br />The atom and the evening star; <br />The lark, the shark, the cloud, the clod, <br />The whole darned Universe - that's God. <br /> <br />Some deem that others there be, <br />And to them humbly bend the knee; <br />To Mumbo Jumbo and to Joss, <br />To Bud and Allah - but the Boss <br />Is mine . . . While there are suns and seas <br />MY timeless God shall dwell in these. <br /> <br />In every glowing leaf He lives; <br />When roses die His life he gives; <br />God is not outside and apart <br />From Nature, but her very heart; <br />No Architect (as I of verse) <br />He is Himself the Universe. <br /> <br />Said Rosy-kins: "Grandpa, how odd <br />Is your imagining of God. <br />To me he's always just appeared <br />A huge Grandfather with a beard.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rosy-kins/
