Grace and Peace to you.
Mother, Son and Holy Spirit,
beyond words we bless you,
you who defeat our words, confound
our images, encircle our understanding,
who are not a thing to be described
but Being, Love, Presence, to be met.
You are this, and the opposite of that,
and something else altogether;
Being itself, and source of all Being,
all giving and receiving;
mystery mostly, and all grace,
a little light and a hand on the shoulder.
Your Being enfolds all creation, nebulae,
one heart at a time, in your arms.
No mode of being, no heaven nor hell
nor hidden heart place, is beyond you.
All is within you. The entire created universe
is the smallest beloved embryo in your womb,
and yet you walk beside us, speak to us
each by name, breathe in us, cell by cell,
inviting us into your blessing,
your delight, your future, yourself.
You live in our tininess, share our unknowing,
suffer our pain, tremble in us.
Moment by moment you create all things,
die and rise, enliven and enloven us to holiness.
Eternal mystery, indwelling presence,
infinite grace, we cannot name or picture you,
but only worship you. We cannot divide you,
nor ourselves from you, but only Be.
Mother, Son and Holy Spirit, all praise!
We are present to you in love. Alleluia!
Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes