A Short Walk around the World at Evening
The Lord is robed in majesty and glory,
His bride's resplendent in her poverty.
Forward, each step in step
(And His feet wounded),
In measured love unmeasured
Mark the miles
Where trees reach to embrace the feminine clouds
And scrivening birds write down that lyric-ed love
In flourishes across wide tablet skies.
The Lord is robed in majesty and glory,
His bride's resplendent in her poverty.
And farther, past the summer, gloaming, onward,
Out and over the curve of the continents,
Clearing with song through a path through oceans, gaining
Speed on evening walk till steps are dance
And flowers lift their heads in bright amaze
The Lord is robed in majesty and glory,
His bride's resplendent in her poverty.
That was a pair to circle
(His hands wounded)
The dwindled cosmos and to count its members
One by one in careful love and tending,
With each face known, with each cry heard and heeded.
The Lord is robed in majesty and glory,
His bride's resplendent in her poverty.
Oh, small the world! Oh, dear to hold
On a short walk around the world in the evening.
- Mother Mary Francis, PCC
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