Idiot Psalm 12

O Being both far distant and most near,

             O Lover embracing all unlovable, O Tender

             Tether binding us together, and binding, yea

             and tenderly, Your Person to ourselves,

Being both beyond our ken, and kindred, One

             whose dire energies invest such clay as ours

             with patent animation, O Secret One secreting

             life anew into our every tissue moribund,

             afresh unto our stale and stalling craft,

grant in this obscurity a little light.