The world God made is infinite”or not.
Its essence is of matter”or of thought.
If finite”how much more He could have made!
If infinite”the same too may be said.
A world of matter”should it even be?
A world of thought”it matters not to me.
How wondrous strange, for all that, we are here.
And stranger yet: it stays; we disappear.
In shrinking, God made room for worlds to be.
My God my God, make room in You for me!
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