Et nox sicut dies illuminábitur:
et nox illuminátio mea in delíciis meis.
The night will be as clear as day:
it will become my light, my joy.
The heavens bespeak the glory of God.
The firmament ablaze, a text of his works.
Dawn whispers to sunset
Dark to dark the word passes: glory, glory.
All in a great silence,
No tongue’s clamor–
yet the web of the world trembles
conscious, as of great winds passing.
–Daniel Berrigan SJ
Photo taken at Grey Cloud Island, Minnesota by Baya Clare CSJ