Mystic communion of the holy one in three,
fellowship with them who form heaven's undivided Unity,
friend of the tripled Name, most blessed and holy Trinity,
this, You deign, by awful condescension, me to give,
taking to Your Sanctum sin's miasma and the sting of death that I, though hopeless lost, might endless live.
What have You, Yourself undoing, done?
How came You, Father, Spirit, by flesh assumed in Him who is the Son?
Where laid He all our agony and guilt that in weakness selfless bore He away?
Who be You now that God as mortal into dust lifeless once did lay?
Where speaks Your voice with the Logos since ascended high?
Give me, oh, Redeemer, faith and gratitude for Love that answers every "Why?"
Justice, You in honor do uphold,
doing so by mercy strange from days more ancient than those of oldest old.
All things Your good hands themselves fulfill,
three Persons sacrificed to one another's unselfish will,
revealing to us the sacred spectacle of Your bleeding heart--
summoning solemn praise from creation's every part--
that in your bosom sits the Lamb as Your true prince and our righteous king,
who by His passioned pains righted wrong and won Your benediction in every accursed thing.
Mystic communion of the holy one in three,
God the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, and, by grace, now even me.
Scutum Fidei.
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The most difficult of subjects sensitively and lovingly handled. I especially found this meaningful as I just sent off a letter to a 'Christian' friend who does not believe in the Trinity. I included the scutum fidei in the letter.The pity is that he has cut himself off from inclusion,as your poem describes. O great mystery!How wonderful it is! Ilove:
'What have You, Yourself undoing, done?' It is as if you are asking God "Did you know what You were doing to Yourself?" I have also asked this question. Yet God has not changed. Intriguing!
