Here is the source of every sacrament,
The all-transforming presence of the Lord,
Replenishing our every element,
Remaking us in his creative Word.
For here the earth herself gives bread and wine,
The air delights to bear His spirit's speech,
The fire dances where the candles shine,
The waters cleanse us with His gentle touch.
And here he shows the full extent of love,
To us whose love is always incomplete,
In vain we search the heavens high above,
The God of love is kneeling at our feet.
Though we betray him, though it is the night,
He meets us here and loves us into light.
Malcolm Guite, Sounding the Seasons: Seventy Sonnets for the Christian Year (Canterbury Press Norwich, 2012)
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