Sunday, February 2, 2025

Glory Glory/ Psalm 19




The heavens bespeak the glory of God.
The firmament ablaze, a text of his works. 
Dawn whispers to sunset. 
Dark to dark the word passes: glory glory. 

All in a great silence, 
no tongue’s clamor— 
yet the web of the world trembles 
conscious, as of great winds passing. 

The bridegroom’s tent is raised, 
a cry goes up: He comes! a radiant sun 
rejoicing, presiding, his wedding day. 
From end to end of the universe his progress. 
No creature, no least being but catches fire from him.

-- Daniel Berrigan (1921-2016), American Jesuit priest, poet, anti-war activist, teacher, and pacifist.

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