The Quantum Master

A photon here, a photon there,

The shimmer of a ghost,

A miracle for those who dare

And pray – there at their post –

To The Quantum Master.

He blew the stars, He kissed the moon

And gave each one its light;

In morning dew and heat of noon

And coolness of the night,

Breathe, Our Quantum Master.

He came a child, but yet a song

That played upon the hills,

With verse so short, but chorus long

Still laughing in the rills.

Lo, Our Quantum Master.

He walked through walls, He lives in art;

I do not understand

How He could live here in my heart

Or be both God and man –

He, the Quantum Master.

The substance of those dreams He gives,

The faith to claim His love,

He came to die, and yet He lives

In that sweet realm above;

Hail The Quantum Master!

Such mystery surrounds that place

Where we will one day go

To gaze upon His beaming face

And bask in that great glow

Of the Quantum Master