Open my Eyes

As the old eyes of Simeon
Saw through the veil of humanity
In that tiny baby
To the glorious divinity within,
So open my eyes, O great Physician
Of the blind,
To see the divine pattern, stamp
Written on all your creatures –
The mark of your Fatherhood, Motherhood,
Brooding spirit, bringing forth Life
From dead wastes of matter;
Drawing up all in your great embrace
Through those outspread, pierced hands,
Into the great eternal banquet
Of endless rejoicing,
Glorious, blissful Trinity.