Where Does the Divine Dwell?

Does the Divine hail cabs in cities' din,

Or watch the mist o'er Victoria ascend?

In temples grand, or cradled newborn's skin,

Perhaps with whales, or seeds the earth does tend?

With patient gaze, on hungering mouths He waits,

As Earth yields forth, 'neath ever-shifting skies.

In hidden depths, or grand cathedral gates,

The Divine presence, a mystery that lies.

Omar Khayyam inspired, hand-holding: Copilot