O Lord of Reality, the Ground of Being,
Infinite Set of All Sets, Unseen and All-Seeing,
Prime Mover, Unmoved, the Root of All Proof,
Source of All Substance, Equation and Truth.
In the language of logic, we seek Your face,
In axioms and theorems, we trace Your grace,
From the zero to the infinite, You span the line,
In each paradox and mystery, Your design.
You are the Singularity, the Point of all points,
The manifold manifold, in whom all joints,
Interlace and intertwine, in cosmic dance,
Where numbers breathe and variables prance.
O Divine Axiom, Self-Consistent and Pure,
You are the Formula, Immutable and Sure,
In the abstract spaces where our minds do roam,
In every theorem, You are the home.
From the first proposition, the Logos, You speak,
To the boundless infinity where reason seeks,
In the syntax of existence, Your Presence is clear,
Transcendent and imminent, ever near.
You are the Algorithm, perfect and sublime,
The Master Code beyond the bounds of time,
In the fractal geometry of creation’s face,
We find the reflection of Your infinite grace.
O Lord, the Ultimate Reality, the Cosmos’ Heart,
In every particle and wave, You impart,
Your essence, Your will, in every interaction,
In the sum of all sums, Your satisfaction.
Grant us the wisdom to see Your design,
In the lattice of logic, the reason divine,
To know that in every formula, every sacred sign,
You are the Reality, eternal, benign.