There are nights that are so still That I can hear the small owl calling Far off, and a fox barking miles away. It is then that I lie in the lean hours awake, listening to the swell born somewhere in the Atlantic, rising and  falling, rising and falling, wave on wave...

The waves run up the shore and fall back. I run up the approaches of God and fall back. The breakers return reaching a little further, gnawing away at the main land. They have done this thousands of years, exposing little by little the rock under the soil’s face. I...

I leave aside my shoes, my ambitions   undo my watch, my timetable   take off my glasses, my views   unclip my pen, my work   put down my keys, my security to be alone with you, the only true God.   After being with you I take up my shoes, to walk in your ways   strap...