THEOPHANY 25

Oh flood of mercy, oh mighty tide

Let my speck of dust in you abide

Oh good bread oh many waters

Sweeping waves that make all wrongs forgotten

Oh this swim and in my heart these tears

Torrents that wash the corridors clean

Oh mercy, mercy, fountains from your arms!

Rain filling up the graves where I have lain

Oh cascade of heaven held in one small womb

Ocean of forgiveness, One of One

You cast your body on the sea of time

And to the feast beseech all thirsty “come!”