Where is God?
Where Is God?
“Oh, where is the sea?” the ﬁshes cried,
As they swam the crystal clearness through;
“We’ve heard from of old of the ocean’s tide,
And we long to look on the water’s blue.
The wise ones speak of the inﬁnite sea.
Oh, who can tell us if such there be?”
The lark ﬂew up in the morning bright,
And sang and balanced on sunny wings;
And this was its song: “I see the light,
I look o’er a world of beautiful things;
But, flying and singing everywhere,
In vain I have searched to find the air.”