When we run towards nowhere,
when we search in the distance for illusory treasures that will leave us unsatisfied,
bring us back to our field.
So often we squander these hours, these days, these daily treasures that are given to us.
So often we are consumers of the fleeting.
In the frantic race for ever more, which speeds up our world,
stop us for your sake, stop us for our own sake,
stop us now for this moment of prayer,
in its truth,
in its selflessness.