Something about the universe
wants to be a person.
Atoms, snails, trees, stars,
all spiraling inward.
Even space is awake,
longing to contain you.
You are like a thirsty minnow
swimming in the sea,
and the sea like a minnow
swimming in that minnow's thirst.
God bends with every flower
toward a source greater than light.
Isn't it You?
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