Who are you?
What are you?
Where are you?

When I greet the new day
        In a hymn to the rising sun,
I sense your presence.

When I trace the veins
        Of a maple leaf,
I feel your substance.

When my gaze is held by a sunset
        That colors the western sky,
I see your glory.

There is no need to look afar,
        For in the rainbow's magic arc
I see a wonder ever new.

I am not worthy to name You,
        But I hold You in my heart,
And pray one day to know You.