God is so good, He wears a fold
Of heaven and earth across His face—
Like secrets kept, for love, untold.
But still I feel that His embrace
Slides down by thrills, through all things made.
Through sight and sound of every place:
As if my tender mother laid
On my shut lids, her kisses’ pressure,
Half-waking me at night, and said:
“Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser?”