Holiness in Mathematics

You delight in your garden,
but have you lingered in it
after night descends
and intertwines with veins,
and on gloomy leaf lays hands?

There in the underground,
night reclines with grub,
worm and root.
The field mouse scurries,
the owl narrates in hoots.

If you've experienced evening's awakening,
you've drunk of Garden's dark side
as does predator and prey and fire flies galore.
We pray because we sense the fullness.
We pray because we sense the void.