Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle, curved tunnels of leaf miners on the face of a leaf. We must somehow take a wider view, look at the whole landscape, really see it, and describe what's going on here. Then we can at least wail the right question into the swaddling band of darkness, or, if it comes to that, choir the proper praise.
Encircle me
Enfold me
Entrance me
With Thy peace
That I may pray
and love Thee well.
Encircle me
Embolden me
Enhance me
With Thy power
That I may ever
do Thy will.