And have the bright immensities received our risen Lord
Where light-years frame the Pleiades and point Orion's sword?
Do flaming suns his footsteps trace through corridors sublime,
The Lord of interstellar space and Conqueror of time?

The heaven that hides Him from our sight knows neither near nor far:
An altar candle sheds its light as surely as a star;
And where His loving people meet to share the gift divine,
There stands He with unhurrying feet, and Heaven's splendors shine.

... Howard Chandler Robbins