​God’s glory 

is a weight of reality.  

It is a thick atmosphere 

of sublime presence.  

It is tangible. 

  

To be in it 

is to drown 

in a sea of light and of pleasant fire.  

It is that which you are immediately lost in

yet never felt so yourself.  

It is home, 

it is peace.  

  

The glory of God 

envelopes man, 

outside and in.  

  

One is undone, 

both compacted under the mountain of God, 

yet filled and bursting forth into everything 

by his love.  

  

He is all.  

In all and over all.  

He is.