Where God hides, there is a certain delight—
Light mingles with water and water mingles with light.
God is the day hiding in the day,
A glory ashamed, and trying to get away.
Fairy tales of fairies hiding gold in a stream
And every story told, which is only a dream
Is God, the hidden, hiding,
Secretly behind the secrets, secretly abiding.
What you thought was magical and completely untrue
Is the God who knows there is nothing magical in you.
God knows you are mortal, and fragile, and you will die,
And that is why He is glorious, but hidden, that is why.
He cannot face your death, so He hides in the leaves,
In the water, in your face, and the dark, which hardly grieves.