Could we put oceans in a cup,

a desert in an hour-glass,

the skies in a falling rain-drop,

the planets in a marble-bag,

it wouldn’t touch the Lord,

swaddled in a body,

who also humbly wore

the girdle of our laws,

was threaded through

the streets of Jews,

endured the spit

and then was split

like hairs

of truth.