The Image and the Word

Creation's testament burns fiery bright
In the deep heavens, in the water droplets,
In the eye of every living thing.
We are ravished, ravishing
And yet we do not comprehend the sight.
Show me. Show me a sign.
We cycle endlessly to find.

The Spirit's voice is a low tone,
In the dark nights, in the long years,
In the waking dreaming dying
Of all men on earth.
We are chastened, chastening
And yet we do not want to hear.
Let me. Let me explain.
We drown the sound in self-fulfilling pain.

Blessed are those who seeing, bow the knee.
Blessed are those who know who they have heard.
Lord give us eyes to see, and ears to hear;
Hearts to reflect the Image and the Word.