Eucharist
Oh, what is it to wake in willing wonder,
To glimpse afar in a fall of dream-dust
The glory resting royally within the real,
Love’s light lying like lace upon the ordinary?
Oh, what is it to take life as it comes,
To be in beauty’s sweet embrace
Amid the changing chances of the everyday,
To stand entranced by a world transfigured?
Only by giving all is grace to be gathered,
The sunderings of self laid bare,
No longer propped by pride in its prison of false freedom,
But, mingled with the myrrh of unmerited mercy,
Refashioned to rise, to dance once more in deathlessness.
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