Hiddenness

God knows us well; He is not known Himself

except in what He’s not, where He abides.

The meek Creator, in creation hides

comes not to human beings except by stealth.

The face of Love, a shameful death appears,

the Infinite breaks bread, pours out the wine

is born among the donkeys, sheep and kine.

Eternity’s but three and thirty years.

God’s Power’s a weakling on a bloody cross,

His Life, a corpse within a borrowed cave.

Creation’s second womb, a human grave.

Pride is offended, wisdom at a loss.

Only suffering knows and can applaud

Eye to eye, it sees the truth of God.