The Invasion of the Word

Night's Darkness The Word invades In the solemn mirth Of this very moment, Under a multitude of veils, Rejected but undaunted, Resounding with meaning. Hear these silent Magnitudes of majesty, In hidden untold splendor, Bursting forth the more Betrayed, denied, abandoned, Suffering to be suffered, Soft on beatitude's breathing. A soul can ache with Such sadness and joy At once enkindled

By those harmonies As still remain to be heard: Hymns, anthems, canticles becoming That heart, who raises whole creation into Dawn's brightness.