Lady, so still, lost in the moment of your listening,
is it the soft wind or the Spirit gently singing?
Do you see the messenger who comes to call your name,
or is it just a movement in the air above a candle-flame?
Lady so still, lost in the moment when your heart is full of praise,
show us, in the coming days, the message that you hear:
in your silence God is very near.
Lady, so still, lost in the moment of your answering,
is the curtain gently torn to open up your mind?
Can your soft blood run the risk of bearing us a child?
Lady, so still, lost in the moment when your heart is full of praise,
show us, in the coming days, the message that you hear:
in your answer God is very near.
Lady, so still, lost in the moment of your wondering,
from the Word that tears apart our darkness, lights the burning sun:
the life that has created us, the Power of the time to come.
The God of love who holds our world forever in his hand
is no more than a murmur in your womb:
the Word is just a murmur in your womb.
Lady, so still, lost in the moment when your heart is full of praise,
show us, in the coming days, the message that you bear:
in your silence God is very near.