O God, what are we that you bear us in mind? You crown us with glory who made us to know the Father, the Son, and the Spirit entwined— so from glory to glory to glory we go: To know of the Father through Christ whom he sent, and Christ through the Spirit revealing his thought: all drawing us into that world-without-end by the terpsichorean indwelling of God. A triple-flamed furnace is burning white-hot with one like a son of man walking within who bids us to enter through his divine heart, where all loves in the love of the Godhead begin. So we sing through the days of our sojourning here to ready our hearts for the day we dream of, when we enter the flame that created the spheres: unceasing, unstinting, unchangeable love.
substacks poetry is the saving grace of this place. great poem! thanks for sharing!
Thank you so much!