O that today you would listen to his voice!‘Harden not your hearts.’
Come, ring out our joy to the Lord;
hail the rock who saves us.
Let us come before him, giving thanks,
with songs let us hail the Lord.
Come in; let us bow and bend low;
let us kneel before the God who made us:
for he is our God and we
the people who belong to his pasture,
the flock that is led by his hand.
Psalm 94:1-2,6-8 (Universalis)
Lord, You are the first light
weaving the looms of the hills.
You are every shade spilling
into the pails of the horizon.
You are this breath I am unwinding
and the one I am spooling in.
You are the embracing
and the releasing.
You are the bright green infusing
and the gray sleep reclining.
You are the pulse of ceaseless orbits
and the still center.
You are the spark whirling within every form
and what remains in their cessation.
You are the hand clasping
and the one letting go.
You are the hidden
and what sears in the light.
You are the other
and deep within.
You are the laying on of hands
and the lifting them.
You are the suffering
and the deep joy abounding.
You are the terrible dying to free us from sin
and the rising again.
You are the thirst
and the living water offering to us.
You are this love sustaining
what we name and what we cannot name.
You are this eternal singing steadying the universes and the abiding silence between.
You are the last light easing
into the glistening pools of night.
You are all
and beyond all.