Discreet Creator

No need to think of the air

for it to filter

deep down into the lungs;

no need to conjure up the dawn

for it to colour each new day

with wealth of shades.

No need to send orders

to the faithful heart for it to beat,

nor into the numberless cells

for them to fight for life

with all their strength.

No need to threaten the birds

so that they sing,

nor to place guards on the corn

for it to grow;

to need to set spies on the rice

for it to change unseen

into the secret of the earth.

In its due measure

of light and of colour,

of song and of silence,

life reaches us unnoticed

in the gift that is ever yours,

O worker without Sabbath,

Discreet God!

 So that your infinity

may not startle us

in the gifts that you give

you give us yourself unseen.