"His name" | 14

However long we look for him   he hides!
if ever we fail to seek him   he appears!
sometimes   he seems a center without any sides
sometimes   he's naught but our sea of hopes & fears

O everywhere   O in everything   even now
we dwell within his being   breath by breath
there's no water but his   across the vessel's bow
there's no life   but what he lends   & he gifts us death

whatever his hands deliver   is rich with blessing
whatever his voice describes   is sweet with news
there's no poetry in any world   that's not expressing
how perfectly green are his greens   & blue his blues

if I speak any word   it's because his thought first framed it
if I name any name   his name is the name that named it