The wonder of Glastonbury to me
is God in the multitude! In what to
the eye is the face of infinity
is detailed to each one there present, who
is explained, as uniquely God can do,
the God of stars, of swarms, eternity.
The scene looked at closer still, definition
never ceases, no ambiguity,
though it be rolled in mud sans inhibition,
in diverse forms of incongruity,
it can’t elude in perpetuity,
not a moment but passes in precision.
God in the multitude bespeaks the angels
and stars! Echoes in vastness or in mere
nothingness, in explicits or potentials,
it’s all revealed in Glastonbury, here
made possible, like creation, in clear
passage, a testimony of Divine credentials.
