One Breath

I can tell you in one breath
all that has ever been:
I tell you it is love. For
God is love, who made all things,
and gave all things
their shape and character,
and to some of we things,
He gave such freedom, to choose
to defy or to follow,
whether to ourselves love or no.
I tell you all the pain, all the joy,
all the wrong and the right,
all of it, when a circle
is drawn round their scope,
it is all from love,
and to love it shall all return.
And I think that
one thing we forget
(or are we even aware?),
that from the moment
we cry our first exhale,
love remembers it all, love
safeguards all the
smallest of the trivialities,
the grandest of our follies.
For God is love, and
not the smallest of sparrows
falls without He knows:
the smallest, He remembers.