Splendor

Earth is charge with splendor, Glowing, flaming with the Light supernal From the Still Point streaming, Swelling, full, and ever vernal.

Every bush is burning, Eden shines in every sunlit river, Every lamb is holy; Every moment holds forever.

Though our eyes are heavy And our hearts like winter earth are cold, Though illusions lure us In a dry and stony waste land, Still the Light is shining Quenchless, deep in every soul.

Children play with angels And the mystic feels the glory burn; Through the door of death The pilgrim sees the Light undying! From a Heart we journey, Ever to a Heart return.

—Text by Faith Bowman.
Music: Johannes Brahms' "Variations on a Theme by Haydn."