O God invisible as music, let me know Thee in the least reflection of Thy much, in termite, tick and earwig, in the glow- worm striking matches on the dark, the house- fly scratching his humungous-huge orbed head; in all the creepy, crawly, earthbound things, the bandy ant in black fatigues, the slow gelatinous, fat snail. Although I climb to Thee in prayers that fall as if unsaid, O Alpha and Omega, Logos, great I AM, I know Thee in the nit, mosquito, flea; in pollywog, boll weevil, gnat and louse - and with the praying mantis, worship Thee.
Whipple, George. "A Hymn to God the Father" Introductions: Poets Present Poets. Markham: Fitzhenry & Whiteside, 2001.