In the beginning, all formless and void, the Breath of Heaven hovered deep within darkness. And the Word appeared, a Word beyond speech, tender, full of grace, issuing light and life from the Womb of God to water and stone and all creaturely flesh.
Oh, Breath of Heaven, Word of the Beloved, Song of Creation and Presence of Peace, grant grace upon grace to all creaturely flesh.
Oh, Weaver of Days and Rest-giving Nights, your Word-shaped world has grown deaf to your voice and blind to your light. Against every dark threat shine again the Sun of your righteous radiance. Let the chorus of angels sound again your melody of pardon.Read more ›