O God of wonder and myster
O God of wonder and mystery, teach me by means of your wondrous, terrible, loving, all embracing silence.
We are made of time.
We are its feet and its voice.
The feet of time walk in our shoes.
Sooner or later, we all know,
the winds of time will close the tracks.
Passage of nothing, steps of no one.
The voice of time tells of the voyage.