Filled

From height to depth his mercy stretched;

from east to west, forgiveness etched.



The Ancient One spins moon and sun—

All spent and done is new begun.



All tired and worn shall be reborn,

with all before shall greet the morn.



And all who weep or vigil keep

shall wake bonedeep, no more to sleep.



For then, like dew, Christ comes anew;

if weep you do, he weeps with you.



The one who dies beneath his skies

dies with the Christ, with him to rise.



Then break, my heart; fall well apart

to find your start in heaven's dart.



And wake new-gilt when weeping's stilled,

the earth he built with mercy filled.



All depth and height, east, west, past sight,

all filled with light, all filled with Christ.