The Many and the One

Many streams, but only one River;
Many needs, but only one Giver;
Many ideas, but only one Truth;
Many languages, but only one Spirit;
Many divisions, but only one Body;
Many paths that we travel, but only one Gate to receive us;
Many the branches, but only one Tree,
Whose fruit heals the nations and binds up our wounds
As a gift from the One who is Three.

Open Our Eyes That We May See

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Appareled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
Heaven lies about us in our infancy;
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing boy,
But he beholds the light, and whence it flows.
He sees it in his joy;
At length the man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day. William Wordsworth