How is it that this light is everywhere?
It violates the strictures of our time
Quite like the sighs and cries of children so
The confines of a proper, formal sentence.
Ineffable! A word for when there are
No words for what we're trying to express;
Paralipsis in the rhetoric
Designs my god without without intelligence.
Rely on what? Spinoza's polished lens
Described Him as a set of propositions
Or arguments akin to geometry.
I hear the sound in any little song;
Accessible in the simplest of musics
Is all the wealth of His true effulgence.
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