It will appear everywhere,
in the igneous rock,
at the edge of a far-away vacuum,
in the first rain that ever fell.
Atoms loving each other,
building their souls.
In explosions of creation
a boy will happen
and take the hand of a girl.
Sunlight will come through the window
of a morning kitchen.
A fierce, passionate prayer
will be said in a church,
while the Resurrection smiles
above the altar,
and it will color the hills,
smile, weep, laugh, write music.
The force more exquisite
than all the others.
Love.