There must be a time of day when the man who
makes plans forgets his plans,
and acts as if he had no plans at all.
There must be a time of day when the man who has to speak falls very silent.
And his mind forms no more propositions,
and he asks himself: Did they have a meaning?
There must be a time when the man of prayer goes to pray
as if it were the first time in his life he had ever prayed,
When the main of resolutions puts his resolutions aside
as if they had all been broken,
and he learns a different wisdom:
distinguishing the sun from the moon,
the stars from the darkness,
the sea from the dry land
and the night sky from the shoulder of a hill.