Glorious are You, in Your
Aloneness, your
Pale eternal splendour
Beckons, in whose
Depthless light my shadow
Burns
Hold me in Your moving stillness
Let my night pass in
Your day

Sublime are you, whose
Beauty burns in all Being
Exalting all substance
Through the far corners,
Who breathed Your light
First on the face of formlessness, and last
On the forms of Human Reason.

Serene are you, in Your
Otherness, your
Yearning depth embraces me
Your knowing pales before itself
Enthroned in realmlessness
Your wisdom's endless sea
Is adrift in my tears

Absolute are You in Your purity:
The pavilions of Night wear your perfect Form
From East and West Your lanterns rise
Light upon light

World upon world are You, Knower
Of destiny, harbinger
Of Time's still path
Who finds me bowed
In the rhythms of fate
Your splendour, it is in both worlds
Your light, it fills the far corners of Being:

Here, all is You; there, all is You.