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 our 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.