Friday Poetry: God
I found this in a book In and Out: Verses (1943) that came to me from the collection of my Great-Aunt Polly (my Mom's Auntie) who ended up married my Grandpa on my Dad's side. Tom Robinson (not the one from To Kill a Mockingbird, nor the one that wrote Still Life with Woodpecker) wrote the poems and Marguerite De Angeli did the illustrations.
God is the littlest fellow
With the littlest quiet voice.
He gets into the tineist particle
Of the very smallest article,
Without making any noise.
God is the biggest fellow,
With a voice like the cataract's roar.
He can get outside of creation,
Enclosing every nation,
And have room enough for more.
He's the biggest and the littlest
And every size between.
He's the noise and the silence,
The peace and the violence
Of everything that's been,
Invisible or seen.
~ Tom Robinson
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