I reached for you,  Even though distance shook  My strength, But nothing found I  In the cold night set before me.  Then, you came With the weight of your glory You came, filling the space Behind and before You came, in the pressure and terror Of all that you are. In half, bent, blood boiled silent scream You came, like a rambling man Like a stallion heaving and stamping,  Snorting and kicking at my disbelief,  You came, not speaking, not gently, But in tremendum; I was not the shore, but the water you swelled within,  You rolled me, from my depths to shallows,  Your constant wake whitecapped  My soul.  God, augustum  Spirit, mysterium  Torrens voluptatis.  #ohholynight (at Heinz Memorial Chapel)

I reached for you, 
Even though distance shook 
My strength,
But nothing found I 
In the cold night set before me. 
Then, you came
With the weight of your glory
You came, filling the space
Behind and before
You came, in the pressure and terror
Of all that you are.
In half, bent, blood boiled silent scream
You came, like a rambling man
Like a stallion heaving and stamping, 
Snorting and kicking at my disbelief, 
You came, not speaking, not gently,
But in tremendum;
I was not the shore, but the water you swelled within, 
You rolled me, from my depths to shallows, 
Your constant wake whitecapped 
My soul. 
God, augustum 
Spirit, mysterium 
Torrens voluptatis. 
#ohholynight

(at Heinz Memorial Chapel)