What a delight, O Divine Mystery,
to know you (however imperfectly)
and be known by you (inescapably)!
I cannot begin to grasp you
and yet you are tangible
in the warmth of a blanket and
a glass of wine with a friend.
I wonder at your need for us, for our worship;
I, on the other hand, cannot be without you.
Stay with me always, and let me
never lack for joy in seeking you.
