1994 Christmas Poem

In the Highest
Glory breathed
And filled
The colonnades
Seeing It
Nothing else
Could
Be seen
Feeling it
Nothing else
Could
Be felt
Yet it was
Not content
To keep
Its place
And so
It hid itself
That It
Might be known
Covered once
In a manger
Revealed forever
In an empty shroud
And where
Should this Glory be
If not in the heavens
Then in our hearts

- 31 August 1994