Intricately Involved

intricately involved are His ways,

intricately involved His power to display

Morning to Evening nothing passes His eyes

with every sparrow that dies.

Behind the vail

of eyes that cannot tell.

His soft whispers gently

changing my moment to moment.

Wind of God ever moving in

the courts of man's minds,

ever breathing your breath divine.

Ever moving paths

and in silent I walk with a vail

I cannot tell.
-Allison