God of ineffable mystery,
ever present, ever distant.
Let your absent closeness be felt
in asymptotic contiguity.
We fittingly greet You at dusk,
Wondrous Spirit of transformation,
for twilight inhabits that liminal space
between lightness and darkness,
overflowing with both.
If only life were night and day.
Suspended like scales
between the passing seasons of luminosity,
we swayingly balance,
unveiling chiaroscuro traces
of Your majestic profanity.
Strip our blithe hubris from its flamboyance,
And fill our dark crevasses with love.
May we ever amaze in Your great secret.