I glory in your magnitude
and bask in your otherness;
let all the world be silent
while I listen to your voice.
Calm, my soul, and yield to him
who built the mount called Everest
and carved the deepest gorge.
Arise, golden sun,
and bow low, silver moon,
for though the stars come out in droves
they kneel only before the One.
I raced toward the holy mountain;
I fled for days unending,
to the mountain whereupon the One
set his feet to the Eastern Gate.
There I fall, too weak to stand,
only able to bring forehead to ground;
and only then did I feel your hand--
there you gave me food and rest.
The magnificent one raised me up,
and told me not to fear;
he who set his face as stone to Jerusalem's gate
now does speak to me--and dwell within my soul.
Awake, O heavens; and rush forth, O seas;
he who bars the ocean gates
has plunged within the depths
and granted peace to beasts within.
Arise, O earth; take note, all-seeing sky,
turn red with sorrow and indigo with grief;
let the green of bitterness open wide
and pour out into the sea;
mighty ocean, devour all that rages against the king.
You are uncannily sovereign, and gloriously humble;
you are tenderly justice, and your mercy is severe;
your righteousness burns as devouring flames
and steadfast are you in all your ways.
Be still, my soul, though he who sees is here;
stay calm; don't tremble; don't rush out like a child;
Nevermind, like a child I bound, I leap across the heights
and drink deeply of the depths made for me.
