The Thou of this darkness,
you come, longing,
rejoicing
to be here.
Voice of this universe,
you speak us,
weep us,
sing us.
Love of this mystery,
you blossom
into
us.
This, now,
is holy,
and all flesh is holy,
is yours.
This world,
even its pain,
is the stuff
of You.
There is nowhere,
in no one,
that Thou
art not.
Ave.
— December 30, 2014