Finding her in She...

'i think he the bard...saw
Him in this lightning...
i seriously think...
he saw Him in everything...
In inanimate
And animate...
In trees...
And also in her...
his love's flushed coyed face...

i think
he saw
How words can be emptied
For his God
And also for her...
And yet
Words...
i think... he surely thought
Are so useless...
They can never touch God
Or his Love...

For both God
And she
Are so spread...
So wide...
So all encompassing...
So calm...
So benign...
So lovely...
So enchanting...
That they both can only create a happy stream-
Continuous...
Persistent...

They can never be caught...'

Thinking all these
he thought of her...
And found
How an angel...
A beauty like never seen...
A picture of a woman
A Rachel...
Getting mixed with Her...
The She...
The Woman he worshipped...
All through his tiny worthless useless profaned existence...