He was drawn from the water, and then Drawn into fire. We remember Moses, Who fled to Midian and Found on Horeb A bush that burned Without being consumed. Light without heat, Presence without possession. He led Israel through the sea As though it were dry ground, and Climbed Nebo To die within sight of a Promised Land he would not enter. Yet he entered. On Tabor he stood beside Elias In the uncreated light, His long waiting was fulfilled in Christ, Glorified and Transfigured.

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When Your Mother took me By the arm and Stared into my eyes, I could not see. When Your Mother Walked with me and Talked with me, I could not hear. When Your Mother Stopped with me and Turned me toward You I could not know. Then Your light Shined on me and My heart was filled With an energy not known to man. Then Your warmth Filled me with ecstasy and Showed me the truth Of a silence not made by man. Felicitous delight Euphoric cheer Enraptured love Blessed radiance, Nothing