It has no name, no face,
And never leaves a forwarding address.
It works tirelessly, centrifugally, gravitationally,
Within this biology,
To preserve the form that presents to us
From the mirror each and every morning.
Its gentle ministrations
Are alive in me and in others.
In flowers and families,
In herds, both animal and human,
In societies and cultures.
In the restless swell of the oceans
And the drift of the tectonic plates
that mantle this glorious Earth.
It radiates from the heart of every star, and every being.
It is omnipotent, omnipresent,
and asks for no acknowledgement, obedience, or reward.
Unravelling just IS
And without it
We can never be.