O glorious God Who dwells in ineffable silence:You have built for my renewal a tabernacle of love on earth
where it is Your good pleasure to rest,
a temple made of flesh.
Then you filled it with Your holy Presence
so that worship might be fulfilled in it. . .
an ineffable mystery. . .
In wonder at it angelic beings are submerged in silence,
awed at the dark cloud of this eternal mystery
and at the flood of glory which issues from within this source of glory,
for it receives worship in the sphere of silence.
You have made my nature a sanctuary for Your hiddeness
and a tabernacle for Your Mysteries,
a place where You can dwell,
and a holy temple for Your Divinity.
~ Isaac of Nineveh ~
