All in All

Voices that aren't mine to claim, Echoing in my feeble brain. They whisper truths, both vast and near, Of God that’s all, yet dwelling here. A fractal spark in every soul, The part and whole, the endless role. Each life a thread in woven streams, A fleeting glimpse of boundless dreams. "You're me," they say, "and I am you, The many merge within the few. This mold you tread, this fleeting school, Is not a prison but a tool." Through joy and pain, through hope's embrace, Through time and space, through every face, God bends to know itself anew, Through all we are, and all we do. The echo fades, yet leaves behind, A pulsing truth within my mind: The whole expands, its depths unsealed, Through us, its nature is revealed. Voices that aren't mine to claim, Echoing in my feeble brain. They whisper truths, both vast and near, Of God that’s all, yet dwelling here.