When I gaze and consider...

The cry of creation is that of a lonely heart:
it stretches itself upward to be touched by the Heavens,

yearning for the God of Intimacy
with the reach of worship.

A desolate land knows emptiness, yet desires to be filled. It is only in giving of itself that its desire can be met.

Such is the heart.

I sought truth, O God, and found the truest thing to be Love.

I sought you, O Lord, and found True Love is you.

Power and Light. Brilliance finds its source in glory. It is born in truth and depth.

Light is Love's visible form.