Now is the shining fabric of our day Torn open, flung apart, Rent wide by Love. Never again The tight, enclosing sky, The blue bowl, Or the star-illumined tent. We are laid open to infinity, For Easter Love Has burst His tomb and ours. Now nothing shelters us From God’s desire— Not flesh, not sky, Not stars, not even sin. Now Glory waits So He can enter in. Now does the dance begin.
This poem, written in 1981, is used by permission of the Elizabeth B. Rooney Family Trust, www.brighamfarm.com.