The heart could never speak
But that the Word was spoken.
We hear the heart break
Here with hearts unbroken.
Time, teach us the art
That breaks and heals the heart.
Heart, you would be dumb
But that your word was said
In time, and the echoes come -
Thronging from the dead.
Time, teach us the art
That resurrects the heart.
Tongue, you can only say
Syllables, joy and pain,
Till time, having its way,
Makes the word live again.
Time, merciful lord,
Grant us to learn your word.