These our prayers that have no time or distance

   Carry resolutions and mysteries.

   And you know them, the itineraries

Of the spirit, the movements of the dance

To which we are all invited. Immense

   Though our labour may become, your care is

   Around us while autumn downland dozes.

Mary, visit our souls in the silence.

Find in us, as a mother will, some love

   To narrate: as you carried on your arm

   That ultimate love who brought the divine

To earth and graced a meal with things above

   For us to break new bread, still oven warm,

   And then, at last, to raise and drink the wine.