Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.

Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,

I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail

Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.

trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…

You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…

Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.

God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…

Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.