Face to face? Ah, no

God; such language falsifies

the relation. Nor side by side,

nor near you, nor anywhere

in time and space…

Young

I pronounced you. Older

I still do, but seldomer

now, leaning far out

over an immense depth, letting

your name go and waiting,

somewhere between faith and doubt

for the echoes of its arrival. 

R.S. Thomas (1913-2000), Frequencies, 1978.