Having been looked at by God, I had to and have to look at God.
(Søren Kierkegaard, Journal)
You – how can I call you by familiar names?
Only Thou seems fitting; yet You invade
Space, time, as though next to me, as though plain.
Yet You are not plain: You assault, You raid
Though never seen; You never seem so clear
As when unclear, as when, unlimited,
You stride above the limits of our spheres.
With one look from You, our world’s upended;
Living coram Deo is to live
Within, without, the leap of faith and doubt
Jolting sense to senselessness. Revive,
O One who gives and takes; turn out
Our involuted selves and show us how
To live before You, ever-loving Thou.