FOR US WHO KNOW ONLY YOU

 
Though you have remained aloof we have not sought other shrines;
Rather have we fanned with our sighs the flame that refines.

So it is that although you cover your face from our sight,
Its reflection within our hearts hourly becomes more bright.

When our eyes have been washed with blood we will see you as you really are;
Your named qualities we let others hoist as flags in their holy war.

They will carry the message that they imagine you gave;
For us who know only you there will be no world to save.

Men labor only so long as they do not know that you
Do all, are all, from fiercely shining sun to cooling dew.

You will be their marching and their cry though they will not know it.
And your Grace falls on whomsoever you wish to bestow it.

Though you should remain forever aloof, we have made our choice;
Our tears are your compassion, our sighs are your own sweet voice.