I am the light that silence bore,  
I am the voice through endless ages,  
I am the sky the stars adore,  
I am the path that quiet blazes.  
I am the word that is not mine,  
I am the light that does not flicker,  
I am the pure face in the holy shine,  
I am what dwells where heartbeats quicken.  
I am not here — I am in all,  
I am the one who sees past seeing,  
I am the one whose glow walks through the thrall  
of dream, I am, beyond all naming, being.  
Do you hear my call without a sound?  
Do you feel how all the world is streaming?  
I am the Creator's Light — He is in every word,  
and through Him I must be made manifest.
