(my paraphrase) God, you have lived with us in a dark cloud, but now I have built you a temple for your dwelling--but heaven itself can't contain you, how much less a man-made building!
Later, God would confine himself to an even smaller place- Mary's womb!
In Donne's words:
Ere by the spheres time was created thou
Wast in His mind, who is thy Son, and Brother ;
Whom thou conceivest, conceived ; yea, thou art now
Thy Maker's maker, and thy Father's mother,
Thou hast light in dark, and shutt'st in little room
Immensity, cloister'd in thy dear womb.
Wast in His mind, who is thy Son, and Brother ;
Whom thou conceivest, conceived ; yea, thou art now
Thy Maker's maker, and thy Father's mother,
Thou hast light in dark, and shutt'st in little room
Immensity, cloister'd in thy dear womb.
(Divine poems- Annunciation)
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