I behold His face, my risen God,
This perfect love that wrecks my soul,
I see it in my brothers' eyes,
Glory upon glory upon glory,
It's majesty that fills up overflowing,
Crying out the praises of the lamb.

A drowsy breath slips through my gaping jaw,
Out, out into the evening air,
It's quiet and pleasant.

It shifts and turns beneath my weighted eyelids,
Invisible and ephemeral,
At once it's gone,
In its place evening air as it once was,
Yet one part warmer.