What we least suspect, springing
from our unplumbed depths
Mystified, though we shouldn’t be, for
from these depths, we are born
and reborn in each moment
In those depths, God resides
Flowing throughout us
No beginning, no end
Starting as unpretentious possibility
Ending, exactly the same
Poetic Alchemist 
Sarah: Thanks. Glad you enjoyed this little poem.
Wow that is good
Thanks Dan.
I like it!
Liquid: Thanks to the best photographer I know.
Amen.