Saturday's Poem

I am just about finished with Compass of Affections by Scott Cairns and have thoroughly enjoyed his poetry. I want to share part of his poem with the title "Adventures in New Testament Greek: Mysterion"

What our habit has obtained for us appears
a somewhat meager view of mystery.
and Latinate equivalents have fared
no better tendering the palpable
proximity of dense noetic pressure.

....

Mysterion is of a piece, enormous
enough to span the reach of what we see
and what we don't. The problem at the heart
of metaphor is how neatly it breaks down
to this and that. Imagine one that held

entirely across the play of image
and its likenesses. Mysterion is
never elsewhere, ever looms, indivisible
and here, and compasses a journey one
assumes as it is tendered on a spoon.

Receiving it, you apprehend how near
the Holy bides. You cannot know how far.