Lord of the Universe,
Who dost shred all old designs,
Nothing in thy creation is a prototype,
Nothing is a copy.
Nothing is frozen in its form.
Mountains rise from the sea.
Rivers change their course.
Species vanish.
Teach us not to make rituals of our days,
Not to trash our lives making ever deeper ruts;
Teach us to be awed by life's infinite variety,
To take delight in its endless surprises.