God, our Begetter, You, the Self have shown
Through trusted people, through our heartís desire;
With loveís conundrums, lit the brain on fire
You tease, a taste, a shadow we have known.
The rest is yet to learn, beyond infinity
Your universe is violence, law and chance:
O mighty galaxies in fearful dance
did God who made the spring make thee?
You are not the answer but the question first,
Among us seekers after stable good.
You do not act just as we think You should
Your radiance comes in unconnected bursts
You must enjoy the quest for better things
You are the constant turmoil which love brings.