Unseeable

because You have too much face

and we have not enough eye

Unknowable

but welcoming all guesses

as long as it is a best try

Immovable

because there is no Where to go

that You don't already hold in Your hand

Unforgettable

because You are always with us

though You don't always do what we planned

Mystery

bringing us stories like coins of gold

not for burying, but for giving away

Unnameable

by our tongues. But You call Yourself

Love, Bread, Peace, Life, Truth, Way.

-HJ Jan/2011

When the day has come

And the hour, of the King's returning,

When the trumpets are blaring and calling

And the glory is blazing and burning

I will scramble for a back seat

While others are pushing past me

On their way to get a bit closer

For I fear the King's splendour may blast me.

I will seek a more distant view

And hope to look on from afar

For fear of being blinded

By the pure holy Morning Star.

For when holiness stands before mortals

We will covet vast eternity's hall

For to sing all the King of King's praises

All creation, All time, are too small.
-HJ Jan 2, 2011