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O that you would tear open the heavens and come down . . . Isaiah 64:1

Some mornings the mountains 

disappear completely, a great

wall of white cutting the distance

between presence and sight.

Maybe this is what Isaiah saw,

this barrier and, like a lover maddened

by desire, he cried out without thinking, 

“Tear open the heavens and come down!”

Isaiah burned with longing, 

his coal-singed lips tingling and God,

whose passion simmers long and low,

was slowly aroused by the pining of his people. 

God came forth as a tiny seed

conceived by earth’s desire,

born in the rending wide 

of heaven’s door.