The Mystery that is Love

The Face of God

We may not see the face of God nor hear his voice,

but we can delight in the wonders of this our world,

our living mirror of a sacred beauty that alone is his.

His voice is heard in the song of ten thousand birds 

and in a roaring waterfall; silent he moves in a breeze 

that riffles through the beach tree’s bronzed leaves.

In his almighty power he rides the skies in the eye

of the storm, yet like new kittens lying secure within

the circle of their mother’s paws, we may safely rest 

in the promise of his tenderness and silken strength.

God’s face invisible, God’s voice unknown, but 

Jesus becomes our paradigm of the loving God,

his teachings marking out our path to paradise,

for he brought to us God’s great commandment:

that we love Him and our neighbour as ourselves.

Tonight the magical stillness of a summer evening 

is broken only by the whispering of lazy waves

and the distant high pitched hoot of a tawny owl. 

Above the bay the full moon hangs softly bright

spreading a delicate path of silver across smoke

blue water, inviting us to look into a far horizon

which, with  Jesus as our guide, will some day 

be the end of our journey.  There, face to face 

at last with God, we may recognise the glorious 

ineffable Mystery that is the essence of his Love.

Naomi