He who never
whispered a word,
is heard in every sound.
My voice responds tenderly -
but does He hear?
He who never arrived in my arms
is sensed in every touch.
My heart vibrates devotedly –
but does He feel?
He who never appeared in the flesh
is seen in every vision.
My eyes gaze back faithfully -
but does He see?
Each sense is filled so magically;
Oh - He must be loving me!
Written
August 20, 2001
He Must be Loving Me
