The Climb
The Cloud
The Vision and
The Voice
Word without
Speech
No Sound
The Holy One
Calling
Be Holy
I am struck
With amazement
Astonished
Transported
To the hushed
Half-light
Of Saturday night's
Cathedral
Waiting
For confession's
Mercy
The ardent
Thirst for holiness
Inflaming
My soul
Centre-point
On the horizon
Of my destiny
Hope that
Sustains
My every endeavour
The mountain
The valley
The desert and
The river
Of my heart
Oh my Holy One
My Love
I offer you
Childlike obeisance
On the earth floor
Of my life
Glimpsing glory
Through a prism
Of clay
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