Immortal? Impossible?

Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes
Most blessed, most glorious
The Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, thy great name we praise.

Unresting, unhasting and silent as light . . .

The hymn goes on. I can recite much of it from memory, but I had to look it up in the hymnbook to punctuate it. The syllables waltz around so delightfully that just the sound of the words is reason enough to keep singing. The tune is more folk waltz than "Blue Danube," which is just as well. The sing-song-y tune keeps those words flying by, words by which we try to understand what God is.

And that's impossible. Though, as the hymn says at the end, "'Tis only the splendor of light hideth thee."

It's all good.