Unsayable, you chose to speak one tongue,
Unseeable, you gave yourself away,
The Adonai, the Tetragramaton
Grew by a wayside in the light of day.
O you who dared to be a tribal God,
To own a language, people and a place,
Who chose to be exploited and betrayed,
If so you might be met with face to face,
Come to us here, who would not find you there,
Who chose to know the skin and not the pith,
Who heard no more than thunder in the air,
Who marked the mere events and not the myth.
Touch the bare branches of our unbelief
And blaze again like fire in every leaf.
How can the finite fathom the infinite, the small imagine the unimaginably large?
Yet look, see, here he is, walking the garden in the cool of the evening.
Draw near to the bush which burns and is not consumed, but take off your sandals for you tread on holy ground.
Listen to the still small voice, after the fiery earth quake and the thunder, "peace, be not afraid".
Kneel with Mary before the angel, and say, "behold the handmaid of the Lord".
Come weeping from the empty tomb, to grasp the gardener, and discover you are hugging the risen Lord .
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