We sing because God sings,
and the great mystery grows
among lilies, lilacs and rose
while mother dies, and the bell rings
in a season we’re still to know.
We sing because God sings over us,
a great mystery we each yearn to tone.
“I will establish the throne
of his Kingdom for ever,” heard Nathan,
about a king, a king whose words we weep to sing:
Restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation.
We sing because God sings in us
nails that pierce with a glad healing
beyond our little life and feeling,
the Good Thief’s great lesson in loss and trust;
it is our despair that He is stealing.
We sing because God sings
of what a human will become
when no longer deaf and dumb
to all that promised Beauty brings:
The City. The Garden. Lord, quickly come.
Nathan Woods is a caseworker in central Pennsylvania, and an editor at “The Symbolic World” blog. He recently became a member of the Eastern Orthodox Church after being raised as a heathen.