Holy is your name, holy is your work, holy are the days that return to you. Holy are the years that you uncover. Holy are the hands that are raised to you, and the weeping that is wept to you. Holy is the fire between your will and ours, in which we are refined. Holy is that which is unredeemed, covered with your patience. Holy are the souls lost in your unnaming. Holy, and shining with a great light, is every living thing, established in this world and covered with time, until your name is praised forever.
Leonard Cohen, Book of Mercy
Oh, wow. This is absolutely beautiful.
Isn't it? Anne Hill posted it here, originally: http://gnosiscafe.com/gcblog/2011/02/01/poems-for-the-return-of-the-light/