O God Who Rises, Veiled in Light

1
O God Who rises, veiled in light,
as dawn along the Barrow gleams,
draw near to us in hidden ways
that move beneath our waking dreams.
Where otters thread the silver flow
Your quiet mercies ebb and rise;
here in the breaking of the bread
Your presence stirs our inner skies.

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As once Your friends in silence stood
between the earth and heaven’s breath,
so lead us to the altar‑stone
where life flows deeper still than death.
And goldcrests small, yet crowned with flame,
sing mysteries no words can hold;
Your Spirit hovers on the reeds
and whispers truths the heart is told.

3
When shadows press, as Peter wrote,
and night seems thicker than the day,
let Christ the Shepherd call our names
and guide our trembling feet His way.
A goldcrest flares its hidden fire
though storms may shake the bending bough;
so keep us in Your secret peace,
the peace that folds around us now.

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For Christ has prayed that we be one,
beloved, and kept, and sanctified;
in this communion draw us close
where mortal breath meets glory’s tide.
Let hawthorn guard our tender years,
let ash and alder mark our way,
till all our living glimmers forth
the Love that dawns anew each day.

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Then send us forth in Spirit’s hush,
with hearts attuned to river‑flow;
to heal the hidden, lift the lost,
and walk the paths where Christ would go.
And as the Barrow bends and shines,
where otters glide through morning’s blue,
Your mercy bends around us still:
O Mystery, lead Your people through.

Hymn information

First line: O God Who rises, veiled in light
Text: Michael McFarland Campbell
Metre: DLM
Tune: St Patrick
Themes: Liturgical/Seasonal: Sunday after Ascension, The In-Between Time/Waiting, Expectation of Pentecost, Communion/Eucharist, Pastoral Ministry/The Good Shepherd.
Creation & Ecology: Celtic Spirituality, Sacred Landscape (River Barrow), Wildlife as Metaphor (Otters, Goldcrests), Flora (Hawthorn, Ash, Alder), Creation’s Praise.
Internal Life & Healing: Inner Skies/Interiority, Divine Peace/Sanctuary, Guidance in Trials, Community Unity, Gentle Mission/Healing the Hidden.

Hidden Fires and Inner Skies

The Liturgy of the “In-Between”

The Sunday after Ascension occupies a unique, liminal space in the church calendar. Christ has departed from physical sight, but the roaring wind and tongues of fire at Pentecost have not yet arrived. It is a week of profound silence, waiting, and intense internal processing. For the neurodivergent soul, this “in-between” state is deeply familiar territory. We often live in the quiet spaces between a world built for typical brains and the vivid, intensely detailed realities of our own inner landscapes.

This hymn invites us to see that the absence of a loud, obvious signal does not mean the absence of the Divine. Instead, it invites us into a sanctuary of hidden patterns and deep, quiet connection.

1. The Sanctuary of the Deep Monologue (“Inner Skies”)

“draw near to us in hidden ways / that move beneath our waking dreams… / here in the breaking of the bread / Your presence stirs our inner skies.”

For many neurodivergent people—whether autistic, ADHD, or otherwise neurodivergent—the mind rarely goes quiet. Our “waking dreams” are packed with hyper-fixations, deep patterns, intense processing, and rich internal monologues. It can be exhausting to mask this complexity to fit into a simplified external world.

The hymn reminds us that God does not demand we flatten our minds. The Divine moves precisely within those complex, hidden paths. In the quiet rhythm of the Eucharist (“the breaking of the bread”), the chaotic or overwhelming data of the outside world falls away, leaving space for God to stir our “inner skies”—validating the vast, beautiful, and non-linear depth of our interior lives.

2. Low-Stimulus Grace and the Smallest Detail (“Crowned with Flame”)

“And goldcrests small, yet crowned with flame, / sing mysteries no words can hold… / A goldcrest flares its hidden fire / though storms may shake the bending bough”

When the world is too loud, too bright, or too fast, hyper-focusing on a single, tiny detail of creation can be a profound act of regulation and worship. The hymn turns our attention away from the grand, overwhelming skies to Europe’s smallest bird: the goldcrest.

The goldcrest is tiny, easily missed by those moving too quickly. Yet, it carries a streak of vibrant, fiery gold on its head—a quiet, low-stimulus prophecy of the Pentecost flames to come. For those who communicate or experience the world beyond traditional language, the goldcrest “sings mysteries no words can hold.” It reminds us that masking our exhaustion or feeling small amidst the “storms” of sensory overload does not diminish our calling. The “hidden fire” of our unique perception is already crowned by God, holding truths that don’t need neurotypical articulation to be sacred.

3. Safe Spaces and Co-Regulation (“The Peace That Folds”)

“let hawthorn guard our tender years, / let ash and alder mark our way… / so keep us in Your secret peace, / the peace that folds around us now.”

Navigating the world with a vulnerable nervous system requires safe boundaries. The hymn beautifully enlists the Irish landscape as a source of spiritual co-regulation. The sharp hawthorn acts as a protective guard for our “tender years,” while the sturdy ash and alder serve as predictable, grounding landmarks to “mark our way” when we lose our bearings.

The peace offered here is not a demanding, performative quietness. It is a “secret peace”—a peace that “folds around us.” Like a deep-pressure weighted blanket or a safe, low-lighting sensory room, God’s grace wraps around our sensory-overloaded bodies, offering a protective enclosure where we can drop the mask entirely.

4. Walking the Rhythms of Our Own Stream (“River-Flow”)

“Then send us forth in Spirit’s hush, / with hearts attuned to river‑flow… / And as the Barrow bends and shines… / Your mercy bends around us still”

We are often told to move faster, linearize our thoughts, and conform to rigid schedules. But the Spirit’s send-off at the close of this season doesn’t look like a marching band; it looks like a river.

We are called to be attuned to “river-flow.” A river doesn’t move in a straight, efficient line; it bends, loops, pools in quiet eddies, and rushes over rocks. As the River Barrow bends and shines, it reflects a profound neurodivergent truth: our detours, our hyper-focused loops, and our unique pacing are not broken paths. God’s mercy bends right along with us, fitting the unique contours of our minds.

For Reflection this Week:

Where are you being invited to rest in the “Spirit’s hush” today? Can you give yourself permission to step away from the noise, honour your “inner skies,” and trust that the hidden fire within you is exactly where the Divine chooses to dwell?

Copyright

© Michael McFarland Campbell. 2026. 
Permission granted for local church or parish use with attribution. Not for commercial reproduction.

Written recently and shared here as part of the NeuroDivine hymn collection.