For Intimations of Glory

Most strange and yet most intimate, you are God, our God. Bending low to us in your own dear Son, you unsettle us. You dislocate, displace us in this world, and discontent us in our very existence. You make us refugees in life. Our days discomfit; our nights dread. We yearn for rest. We yearn for rest beyond all restlessness. We yearn for home beyond all homelessness. And so, most moving God, we plead your Holy Spirit; we plead your piercing love. We plead for even merest glimpses of that day when wanderings end, that land where hearts repair. Amen.