O Christ our Light, Whom even in darkness we discern and gaze upon,
O Christ, Thou loveliest Light that ever shone,
Thou Light of Light, Fount of all lights that be,
Grant us clear vision of Thy Light to see,
Tho’ other lights elude us, or begone
Into the secret of oblivion,
Or gleam in places higher than man’s degree.
Who looks on Thee looks full on his desire
Who looks on Thee looks full on Very Love:
Looking, he answers well, What lack I yet?
His heat and cold wait not on earthly fire,
His wealth is not of earth to lose or get;
Earth reels, but he has stored his store above.
CHRISTINA ROSSETTI (1830-1894)
Made Perfect In Weakness 