Spirit that hears each one of us,
hears all that is --
Listens, listens, hears us out --
inspire us now!
Our own pulse beats in every
stranger's throat.
And also within the flowered ground
beneath our feet.
We can hear it in water, in wood, and
even in stone.
We are earth of this earth, and
we are bone of this bone.
This is a prayer I sing, for we
have forgotten this and so
the earth is perishing.
With a quiet mind, a heart still and silent, You will see the infinity of God And the finity of self. Humility will embrace you, and you will fade into that which is all that is. Your words will be few; the silence great. There is room then for listening.
