the glory in things

surely this is holy, the fane of circling stones
where dreamers have dreamed
for unnumbered years
that fall like tears or sunlight;

the tree that catches the moon in her branches;
the glimmer of the golden cup:
the divine light shines through these things also -
for here the hearts of people were lifted up,
up into the empyrean blue
the realm of love and limitless light.

the Holy One has rent the veil
that we might see the light within and pass into it
but loving these things - is this not also the love of the Holy One?