What more Life Giving than Fresh Air?
What Purer than Sunshine?
What springs forth Life like the Soil?
More than Water, What be Divine?

I’ve seen them search in churches and temples
I suspect they search in vain;
For not surprisingly the form you take O Lord
Is the Simple and the Plain.

They look for you in books and prayers
They try to find you in the words of the wise;
In meaningless rituals, gems and beads,
They search for you with hungry eyes.

I know not much I must confess
But I have felt the presence of thine;
In Sunshine Water Air and Soil,
What can possibly be more Divine?