The simplest questions

Who can count the stars in the heavens,
or the grains of sand on all the shores?
The infinitesimal becomes the infinite;
the simplest questions remain a mystery.

Can we even sense the Presence?
Will the clip-winged falcon ever soar?
Man’s fiercest forces all but impotent;
who will ever learn from history?

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How, then, can a light be shone?
Who can sit upon the throne?
Since no sinner can atone,
must we all die alone?

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