The Light Invisible

“ She moves in tumult: round her lies
The silence of the world of grace;
The twilight of our mysteries
Shines like high noon-day on her face,
Our piteous guesses, dim with fears,
She touches, handles, sees, and hears.
“ A willing sacrifice, she takes
The burden of our Fall within;
Holy she stands; while on her breaks
The lightning of the wrath of sin:
She drinks her Saviour’s Cup of pain,
And, one with Jesus, thirsts again. ”