Numbers by Abby Bean

It's about time I speak of You again...

Master of mathematics,

Add, subtract, divide

the number three, repeating.

You are a black whole

divided into so many peaces.

The smaller You become,

The larger You become, to me,

The greater You become.

Creator, You become, to me,

Daily, daily, daily.

You are

Divided into so many pieces, and

I try to reach into the center

of You. But these

Spirals are my rivals,

and the more that I unravel

You, the more that I

Unravel. Unrevealed Revealer,

I revel in Your mysteries,

I hum celestial symphonies

And grow amongst Your trees.

I glimpse the surface

of Your holy waters, and

Find in my complexion

the reflection of You.

I am content

with Your infinity,

and find myself satisfied

with my finite mind, divided.

Infinity,

the number three repeating,

Fractalizing Father,

Wholly Spirit,

and a Rising Son,

Three in One

Defies Your natural laws

with such an order

that Your self-contradiction is

the only truth,

Your fiction is all that's true.

You, multiplied,

In Suns,

In earth,

In water,

In a tree.

In Adam and

in Abraham,

and me...

Alpha and

Omega,

You have been,

And are,

Infinity...

Abby Bean has been scribbling verse on scraps of paper since she was eleven years old, covering such topics as mathematics, tree frogs, cities, and the sacraments. She writes in pursuit of God and believes poetry to be a precious form of worship. She will keep writing as long as she is searching, which she hopes will be forever.