When You had arrived,
Unknown, the history of it.
All scripture admits defeat;
None can imagine.
You had come with Your own sport
To a crib of molecules and atoms.
From a nebula, a garland of stars,
What's the motley wish?
Lord, allegiance to You I proclaim,
Many a ten-million instances.
You'd arrived, but who sees why
Inside the Ineffable's becalmed mind,
Immutable at every time,
Though waves diverse delivered.
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