"In the beginning," O Beloved, You give

Just what the startled soul must have to live.

I need not seek a hidden path for You,

But from the start You tell me what to do.

First song of divine revelation, sweet

To tongue and ear, here, O Beloved, we meet.

And yet not meet, Beloved, for You are He

Whose being, essence is unknown to me.

You come not in Your single glory but

Creator, Undefined, defined in what

The scintillating universe is made.

O Hidden Treasure, One, Alone, You stayed

The whirling suns of time and space and sound,

Stooped to creation that You might be found.