Pursuing Truth, Cultivating Virtue, Creating Beauty

I spoke unto the starry sky, “Can you tell me all God’s greatness?”
They answered, “Every star and planet, the vaulted halls of space,
Are but a corner of his work—the art his fingers traced.”

I spoke unto the angels bright, “Can you tell me all God’s greatness?”
They answered, “Day and night we praise him! We wish that we could find
The proper words for majesty beyond created minds.”

I spoke unto the sacred page, “Can you tell me all God’s greatness?”
It answered, “All my words are true, so search for endless days.
The sum of all that you would find are fringes of his ways.”