What no building can contain
Has made its dwelling place among us;
What no temple can withstand
Has come to live within our walls.
What no body can perceive
Has entered in this living body;
What no heart can understand
Has come to dwell inside the heart.
What no eye can bear to see
Has made itself our source of sight;
What no priest can stand beside
Has come to stand now in our place.
What no sacrifice can please
Has made Himself the sacrifice;
What no life can ever reach
Has reached down to us, given life.
What dwarfs every universe
Has taken us into His hand;
What holds us inside His hand
Has come to live within us.
The Consolations of Writing 