Jubilation is my name
and rejoicing is my countenance.
I am like a young meadow wreathed in dawn,
like a shepherd’s pipe among the hills.
Hear me, you swelling valleys.
Hear me, you waving meadows.
Hear me, you happy songful forests.
For I am no longer lonely among your splendors,
I have become your brother and one of your kin.
Greet me, fair likeness of myself,
Glad earth that Love has fulfilled.
Nearness is still far,
Grace is yet but a forward step.
You are in me as eternally mine.
You have come over me
as buds come upon a spray.
You have sprung forth in me
like roses in the hedgerows.
I bloom in the red-thorn of this love.
I bloom on all my branches
in the purple of these gifts.
I bloom with fiery tongues,
I bloom with flaming fulfillment,
I bloom out of the Holy Spirit of God.
“Hymns to the Church”
Image: "Spring Hares" by Andrew Haslen
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