Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger.
God finds himself by creating.
I am ashamed of my emptiness," said the Word to the Work. "I know how poor I am when I see you," said the Work to the Word.
The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.
If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.