Ubiquitous Poem by Smoky Hoss

Through the ages
by way of old faded pages
an eternal word
has been spoken...
Hope enters a weary world
that's long been soiled and broken;

A cry heard, a need met,
an answer given, in a message sent
from where all is understood,
in a Word that surpasses time,
and goes straight to the heart
of all mankind;

777 endless echoes come prophesying
wailing from an incomprehensible depth far beyond
where angels stand singing the ancient song;

The completion of the vision
from whence was first given,
the divine workings of the holiest-heart
fully grasping every bit and part,
the great and mighty plan
even unto the salvation of mortal man;

The all encompassing
all embracing
deep mystery of awe and wonder,
the cleansing of rain
the charge of lightning
and the power of thunder;

The purity and love
of the first born cry,
the muscle and strength
of the workers as they try,
the hope, faith and trust
of the elderly so near to die;

The stars scattered throughout the cosmos
from one dark end to the other,
the depth of joy
pouring from the heart of a lover,
the life blood given and shared
connecting all as sisters and brothers;

The chunk of orbiting ice
at the far end of the galaxy,
the tired traveller
asleep in the backseat of a taxi,
the walking wounded
desolately covered in fear and anxiety;

The setting sun,
the quiet tongue
the wayward dog, always on the run;

The souls mysterious deep,
the wisdom certain words are able to speak,
the reason we live, and the life we all seek;

What is all this, and so much more?
Who is the One standing out there
gently knocking at our door?
Who in every speck of this is forever entwined
and has been through it all,
since the beginning of time?

The only true ubiquitious One,
when all is said and done.
The holy Christ - God's own son.