it is easier to trust God with worlds than with sons

whose hands fit in mine. I mean to reduce the divine
as I would a fraction: dividing life and afterlife

by life, but instead I raise the voice that asks
What comes before infinity, everything or nothing?

to the power of an answer God does not give
because my hands are small compared to God’s.

This article appears in January 2022.

Jane Zwart teaches English at Calvin University, where she also co-directs the Calvin Center for Faith & Writing. Her poems have previously appeared in Poetry, Boston Review, North American Review, TriQuarterly and other journals.