If it were not His,
it could never be mine.
If it could not be mine,
He would not even want
it for Himself.
And all that is His,
is His very self.
All that He gives
me becomes,
in some way,
my own self.
What then is mine?
He is mine.
And what is His?
I am His.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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