We need
The ache and awe and thrill of you.
No other god
No lesser master
Can satisfy the yearning for
Your fierce might,
Your infinite bright mystery.
Your holiness
Pierces
And we shudder
Crouched in the softness of Your paw
Trembling in terror and joy
At
Your
(Our!)
Closeness.
We were made to bear this awe
In tiny glimpses -
Shadowed and refracted glory -
It takes our breath
And leaves us weeping
Mad with love for you.
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