THE tempest over and gone, the calm begun, Lo, 'it is finished' and the Strong Man sleeps: All stars keep vigil watching for the sun, The moon her vigil keeps. A garden full of silence and of dew Beside a virgin cave and entrance stone: Surely a garden full of Angels too, Wondering, on watch, alone. They, who cry 'Holy, Holy, Holy,' still Veiling their faces round God's Throne above, May well keep vigil on this heavenly hill And cry their cry of love, Adoring God in His new mystery Of Love more deep than hell, more strong than death; Until the day break and the shadows flee, The Shaking and the Breath. |