In the heart of Mary ticks a clock whose moment is the moon Around it spins the Son rising at yellow noon Late to her, late the day this god work and while away Eternal Mother, temporal child all that's mighty becoming mild The birth of man, his death to time Oh how fateful a clock we wind The sun her second hand a thousand years, her day Moon-song in our hearts tick even time away Earth in man and fire inside a burning star he cannot hide Manifest his mother's dream bulrush babe a'world redeem