The presence of the white moon <br />And the white fire, <br />the fragrance of the blossoms <br />falling down like white feathers, <br />the emerging gold of the white fire, <br />the slow dance of those flames: <br />all that kindled in me <br />the sharpening presence <br />of an Almighty Thou.<br /><br />Dr. Antony Theodore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/almighty-thou/
