#Cosmology
So vast the many, lost in worldly plight,
So few the chosen, seeking truth again,
So hard the climb toward the inner light.
To reach the pinnacle, the goal supreme,
Requires a will that falters not, nor bends.
To grasp My being, more than fleeting dream,
Is rarest still, where all true knowing ends.
A miracle it is, a truth profound,
When by a striving soul, I'm truly found.
When by a striving soul, I'm truly found.