What's real?

"Days pass and the years vanish

And we walk sightless among miracles.

Lord, fill our eyes with seeing.
Fill our minds with understanding.
Fill our hearts with pure intent.

Let there be moments when the holy ghost, like lightning,

Illuminates the darkness in which we walk.

Help us to see, wherever we gaze, that the bush burns, unconsumed.

And we, clay touched by God, will reach out for knowledge and exclaim in wonder,

How filled with awe is this place and we did not know it.”

- Anon.