GOD is older than the sun and moon
and the eye cannot behold
him
nor voice
describe him.
But a naked man, a stranger, leaned on the
gate
with his cloak
over his arm, waiting to be asked in.
So I called him: Gome in, if you will!
—
He came in slowly, and sat down by the hearth.
I said to him: And what is your
name? —
He looked at me without answer, but such a loveliness
entered me, I smiled to myself,
saying: He is God!
So he said: Hermes!
God is older than the sun and moon
and the eye cannot behold him
nor the voice describe
him:
and still, this
is the God Hermes, sitting by my hearth.