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