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