O King of the nations, and their desire,
the cornerstone making both one:
Come and save the human race,
which you fashioned from clay.

There is so much more to making
than forming shapes.
There is the character of clay,
the knowing hand,
the promise of an image.
Love makes no demands on us
except to yield to her devotion
and find ourselves among her devotees,
proud citizens of her imagination
and keepers of her peace.