Thought The universe like woven cloth Is three simple strands entwined One stretches out and one resists And one pulls in to make it bind Without these there would be An immense catastrophe They make us stay and bind us fast So that the illusive spell can last Every child who counts to three May learn about a trinity And add to the threefold above God’s Life, Light and nearby Love Drifting in three worlds we glide When in one, the others hide Dream, deep sleep and waking time Will make the total come to nine Now if we stay alert and watch When dark or selfish waves appear And count which one of three is read We can insert pure waves instead Prayer O Lord you ever hold my hand and guide me through the complex world; but I see now that You have made it simple. Let me continue to play this loving sport with Thee for as long as You want. Grant us the grace to see the blessedness of three.
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