I once thought God in his beauty could be compared to a crocus or a cherry blossom in the morning, reflecting on the delicate beauty that he had dispersed into the world and seeking to apply the attribute ‘delicate’ to him. Blasphemy. The flower is his Bride, ever dependent and glorious, but he is the Sun. (Don’t worry, I’m not at all denying the kenosis of Christ.)
Dynamis. Agios o Theos, Agios Ischyros, Agios Athanatos, eleison ymas.