Wondrous God, more named than known, give us, firm and certain grown, grace to doubt what we surmise, lest we miss the glad surprise when we find your truth exceeds all the forecasts of our creeds. Pregnant Silence, lively Calm, Singer of creation's psalm, great "I AM" of burning bush: still resist our urge to push till you fit the names we choose, shadows of the light we lose. Save us from proud, empty claims in our zeal to give you names. Let our notions be expressed not to limit but suggest views that icon-like disclose splendor more than we suppose. God not female, God not male, God for whom all labels fail, Truth beyond our verbal games, Life too vast to bound with names: from vain wordlust set us free to embrace your mystery.