THE PRESENCE OF GOD
I see His bood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of His eyes;
His body gleams amid eternal snows
His tears fall from the skies.
I see His face in every flower
The thunder and the singng of the birds
Are but His voice; and carven by His power
Rocks are His written words.
All pathways by His feet are worn;
His strong heart stirs the ever beating sea;
His crown of thorns is every thorn,
His cross is every tree.
Joseph Mary Plunkett wrote this poem while waiting to be executed in Kilmainham prison, Dublin, for his part in the Easter 1916 rebellion against British rule in Ireland.