Our Father who art in Heaven hallowed be thy nameOur Father in Heaven…Hymn to OmnipresenceOur father who ART in heaven, in the glitter of light and in cosmic deserts,in black holes and galaxieswith stars expanding and imploding, in the tangle of multiple space and time,in billions of years of evolution,from the big bang to life,to consciousness,to prayer.Our father who ARTin the invisible core of matter,where lies the root of all variety and dimension, in the genetic code in which every lifeis concentrated with the equilibrium of its every function,in the plants and flowers of all seasons,in animals of all continents, oceans and depths,in the archaic of elephants, whales and crocodiles, in the eyes of cats and all felines, in the shining armour of ants,in the tricky actions of viruses and antibodies.Our father who ARTin the force of hurricanes and volcanoes,in the quiet countryside populated by cicadas,in the cutting cold of the Antarcticand the burning dunes of the Sahara,in the encounter of sun and earthand of heaven and ocean,in the brain regulating perception, thoughts, feelings,the unconscious and every aspiration,in the heart as it measures with its beatsthe transience of all things.Our father who ARTin the wonders of science and mathematics,in the music of every epochscanning universal rhythms,in poetry, in theatrical masks,in the power of symbols and myths,in the ever changing philosophical systems,in history flowing with chimeras, in the swift sunset of lifewhich seemed to be endless.Our father who ARTin our own unique self, born in time,but destined to outlive it,powerless, minuscule, but nevertheless so greatthat it encompasses all existence,in the dualism of body and spirit,of microscopic and infinite,of ephemeral and eternal.Our father who ARTin those pure of heart who seek theewithout presuming to have ever reached thee,in the hungry-thirsty-persecuted-incarcerated,in the victims of violence and hypocrisy,in those who are depressed by the cynicism of the Cains,in the suffering of children and the aged,in the desire of laughter.Our father who ARTin all our secrets,in the soul of our intentions,in our projects, specific and misleading,in the sorrow which undoes them all.Our father who ARTin heaven and on earth,hallowed be thy omnipresencewhich in every instant keeps us in existenceand gives us the desire to actand to dream. Mario Tamponi