Classic Poem

Sotto voce
cynics pass the word —
Let's hear from your god
How many legions has he?

But god is silent
the creator of splendors
earth and heaven, a dazzle of stars
all creatures that fly, swim, walk
breathe and blossom
yes and simple unblinking stones
sun and moon, splendid beyond all telling
and the squat toad
the owl's myopic stare

This panoply, this outspread
banquet of sight and sound
and its silent
Maker
our momentous Friend
our androgynous Lover!