I Cannot Know So Much

 

I cannot know so much
that I want to know no more.
I cannot love so much
that I want to love no more.
I cannot become so happy
that I desire no increase of happiness.
Who is he who made me
with such inexhaustable desire?
Who is he who makes so many billions
who cling to their joy and still reach
for more?
This inexhaustible One
who numbers the stars
and calls them each by name.
Who loves us so he keeps making

more of us.
Who desires more and still more.
Who but he can satisfy such longing?

Who but he has such longing?

Such love?

Louis Templeman