Thou art more than a symbol; Thou art near
To ME as blood and heart; Thou art the air
That makes ME live, that makes ME pure and wise;
A sweet and tender air from Paradise.
Thou art more than the words describing Thee
And more than all the sacred songs that we
Sing in Thy praise; my ecstasy was Thine before God’s very making of the vine.
Frithjof Schuon, The Garland, 1994