In ancient times God spoke to us
Through prophets, and in varied ways,
But now he speaks through Christ his Son,
His radiance through eternal days.
To God the Father of the world,
His Son through whom he made all things,
And Holy Spirit, bond of love
All glad creation glory sings.
Universalis Hymn Stanbrook Abbey Hymnal
You cannot be grasped.
You enter all facets of closing
The myriad doors hinge.
You brush by
Brilliance Through the moors
Of our exile:
Our hearts’ vast dark.
The bristling presence Illuminating all forms
In your love
Stirring this dust
Cynthia blogs at The Mad-Eyed Monk.