"God"
In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips, I
ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, "Master, I am
thy slave. Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee for ever more." 

But God made no answer, and like a mighty tempest passed away. 

And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again spoke
unto God, saying, "Creator, I am thy creation. Out of clay hast thou
fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all." And God made no answer, but
like a thousand swift wings passed away. And after a thousand years I
climbed the holy mountain and spoke unto God again, saying, "Father, I
am thy son. In pity and love thou hast given me birth, and through love
and worship I shall inherit thy kingdom." 

And God made no answer, and like the mist that veils the distant hills he
passed away. 

And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred mountain and again
spoke unto God, saying, "My God, my aim and my 
fulfilment; I am thy yesterday and thou art my tomorrow. I am thy root in
the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and 
together we grow before the face of the sun." 

Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness,
and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to her, he
enfolded me. And when I descended to the valleys and the plains God
was there also.