This luminous darkness gently guiding, Past dim deluding lights that deform sight, In dancing stillness lies meaning, hiding, From the vapid visions of passing light.
The silence tells a story beyond reach, Of complete grasp of mortal hand or mind, It overcomes our brittle cups of speech, A song beyond all songs of earthly kind.
Reason is brushed with a quiet hush, Before this mystery, cannot consume Love all-consuming, in the burning bush, Who engulfs further than our hearts presume.
In a mirror darkly we see the face Which we can always love more, never fill Our appetites to nausea by the grace, That leads us to Heaven’s holy will.