When we’ve thought too much,

and run out of words…

hear the cry within us,

too visceral for voicing…

 

When we’ve tried to understand

and found a more profound silence…

Hear the sigh within us

too deep for words…

 

When we’ve engaged with the future

but found no blue-print or plan… 

Hear the longing within us

too fragile for exploring…

 

Send out your spirit, O God,

and twist together the strands of this story,

ease out those inner cords 

that we might weave together

new songs to sing

from these Babylonian riverbanks,

hope-filled for this time

where ‘Tomorrow' has already begun,

shaping the Tomorrow beyond tomorrow

and the Tomorrow beyond the tomorrow after that…