For now we see through a glass, darkly*
Is it not odd, how God stays hidden—
Yet shows to one washed with pure vision.
Splendor shining through a cosmic veil;
A still small voice in a tempest’s wail . . .
Strange—how He conceals and yet reveals,
Not seen, but felt, whenever we kneel.
Stranger still: we affirm or deny
He is—or is not. I wonder why?
*1 Corinthians 13:12