I in Thee, and Thou in Me

So to embody the life and love thou ever impartest

    That in my sphere of the finite I may be truly alive.

Knowing thou needest this form, as I thy divine inspiration,

    Knowing thou shapest the clay with a vision and purpose divine,

So would I answer each touch of thy hand in its loving creation,

    That in my conscious life thy power and beauty may shine.

Reflecting the noble intent thou has in forming thy creatures;

    Waking from sense into life of the soul, and the image of thee;

Working with thee in thy work to model humanity’s features

    Into the likeness of God, myself from myself I would free.

One with all human existence, no one above or below me;

    Lit by thy wisdom and love, as roses are steeped in the morn;

Growing from clay to statue, from statue to flesh, till thou know me

    Wrought into manhood celestial, and in thine image reborn.

So in thy love will I trust, bringing me sooner or later

    Past the dark screen that divides these shows of the finite from thee.

Thine, thine only, this warm dear life, O loving Creator!

    Thine the invisible future, born of the present, must be.