Appointed

How can one give a name to God?
Our weakness proves God’s perfection;
God’s power appoints our list of names.

Faithless and faithful alike
will return from God’s mansion
with the happiness of their host
and nothing more, but knowing God
exceeds all dreams; awareness of God
transcends all reasoning and perception;
and standing before God’s throne
surpasses every posture and position:

And for the knowing soul, God’s throne itself
will be the carpet under his feet,
and for the seeing soul, all praise is folly
unless it is given to God.

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