How many days and nights will it take
For us to comprehend infinity and feel
It when it shows up among us
Like a bird chirping in a blizzard
Or a suffering child or even
To come upon its straying light
Over open fields and dark woods
Sitting comfortably in the rushing train
Of eternity when will we get there
To receive its boundless gifts
Doled out to us in little bits of glory
Or when it opens up itself to us finally
The immeasurable the endless
The ample presence of its love
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