Nothing Is Secret, That Shall Not Be Made Manifest; Neither Any Thing Hid

O Lord, we see the dusk at dawn:
the mist curled up to cast a veil
between the eyes of God and man.
Like little children we exclaim
You can't see me! as we press
both fog and fingers 'gainst our eyes.

My God, it's only when
the dew has risen
that we see the manna--
only when Your Christ ascends
that we crave the Bread-of-Life.

O Lord my God!

creation groans--

like hunger pangs the morning after
having gorged ourselves on gluttony.