NeuroDivine

NeuroDivine has always been about recognising the sacred woven through our whole selves—our minds, our bodies, our ways of sensing and moving through the world. It’s a space where difference becomes a doorway, where the textures of neurodivergent experience are met with gentleness, dignity, and grace.

This hymn grew from the ancient devotion of Tantum ergo, but it also rises from the landscape that shaped my earliest faith—the Antrim fields and hills I grew up among, even though I no longer live there. Slemish in its drifting cloud, the oak standing guard, the wellspring whispering old prayers, the bell calling across evening light: these are places carried now in memory, just as the Eucharist itself is a place of memory—a remembering of Christ’s presence, Christ’s offering, Christ’s nearness.

In weaving these together, the hymn becomes a meeting place: the altar here and the landscape there; the Christ who is present now and the Christ who met me in childhood; the mind I have today and the mind I had then. It’s offered for anyone who longs for a faith spacious enough to hold their whole story—past and present, body and spirit, land and table.

Christ among us, veiled in glory

Christ among us, veiled in glory,
Hidden in this holy bread;
As of old, the ancient story
Stirs the hearts Your Spirit led.
Slemish stands in silent witness,
Cloud‑wrapped hill of prayer and call;
By the oak and sainted wellspring,
You are present, Lord of all.

Here the mystery is given:
Bread made Body, wine made grace;
Heaven bends to earth, forgiven
Are the wounds we dare not face.
Like a hearth‑fire in the darkness,
Love consumes our fear and pride;
Christ, our Host and humble Victim,
You remain at every side.

Glory shimmers in creation—
Antrim’s fields in evening light;
Every stone bears consecration,
Every breeze recalls Your might.
From the bell that calls us onward
To the crossroads where we stand,
Guide our steps, O Holy Spirit,
Breathing peace across the land.

Praise and honour, adoration,
Be to God in Three‑fold Name;
Source of life and liberation,
Word made flesh, our saving flame.
Spirit, wind across the heather,
Bind our scattered hearts as one;
Till we feast in joy together
In the Kingdom just begun.

Text copyright (c) 2026 Michael McFarland Campbell. All rights reserved.