As the flight of the thunder, full

Charged with its word,

Dividing the wonderful

Depths like a bird,

Speaks wrath and delight to the heart of the night that exults to have heard,

So swiftly, though soundless

In silence's ear,

Light, winged from the boundless

Blue depths full of cheer,

Speaks joy to the heart of the waters that part not before him, but hear.

Light, perfect and visible

Godhead of God,

God indivisible,

Lifts but his rod,

And the shadows are scattered in sunder, and darkness is light at his nod.

At the touch of his wand,

At the nod of his head

From the spaces beyond

Where the dawn hath her bed,

Earth, water, and air are transfigured, and rise as one risen from the dead.

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