He lives everywhere

In the rhyme of the flute, in the calling of the mosque, in the prayer held on a Sunday morning mass, everywhere.

He lives everywhere.

In the truthfulness of the brave, in the love of the lover, in the mind of a mathematician, everywhere.

He lives everywhere.

In the morning sunrise, in the smell of the wet sands on a beach, in the sunset inviting the night, everywhere.

He lives everywhere.

In the violet by the mossy stone, in the bee’s eyes that search for flowers, in the fruits hanging on those branches, everywhere.

He lives everywhere.

Inside the seas where we have not yet reached, in the core of the CPU registers, in the pistons of a motor, everywhere.

Yes! He lives everywhere.

God Bless!