Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Prayers of Kierkegaard, I

O Thou Who art unchangeable,
Whom nothing changes,
May we find our rest and remain at rest
in Thee unchanging.
Thou art moved
and moved in infinite love by all things:
the need of a sparrow, even this moves Thee;
and what we scarcely see,
a human sigh,
this moves Thee, O infinite Love!
But nothing changes Thee, O Thou unchanging!


Lucy said...

Oh thank you!

(Sorry to descend from the sublime to the ridiculous, but I have to tell you, the comment verification is 'noknonc'!)

Sheila said...

It reminds me of a Frenchified form of knock-knock. :-) Not the spelling, the the imagined pronunciation I have for it.