The opening music of the heavenly spheres
Has not yet sounded, nor has come to light
The texture, intricacy, color-flight
Of cosmos, introducing history’s years,
And yet, already God transcendent sears
The Void with holy splendor, glory bright,
No shadows known, no meaning yet to night,
Sans shade, sans death, sans sin, sans hate, sans tears.
    God’s Self-Expression, his own Son, his Word
    Joins with his Father, clothed with light of bliss,
    In solemn covenant, resolve assured,
    To save the lost who do not yet exist.
Transcendent Deity now deigns to mesh
With finite clay: the Word takes on our flesh. – D. A. Carson from Holy Sonnets of the Twentieth Century