dcmarti1 Posted January 27, 2015 Share Posted January 27, 2015 Here I understood that the Lord beholdeth the servant with pity and not with blame.- Julian of Norwich At His solstice, among the wood and stone, with silent windows whose holy art could not sing from mere candle-points of light both billions of miles and billions of years away, it was neither love nor fear but Majesty that swept me up, only to have me kneel. That unclouded and knowing night I recall like jasper, clear as crystal. At His table, among the marble and linen, with gleaming ware He would not have used, the sanctuary was a kaleidoscope: infinite shards blessing the very air, anointing and alighting each communicant. Divided from myself I stood with cup and plate and observed me chanting that afternoon like jasper, clear as crystal. But oh, in that most gloomy closet where neither face nor form are sanctified, where neither face nor form are profaned by taper, sun, or star; where neither name nor clan are respected and conversion is unknown; where neither prayers nor hymns have been uttered, we were still held to be His: precious like jasper, clear as crystal. (Inspired by Rev 21:11, using it as the last line of each stanza.) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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