Timing, oh perfect timing, again you came to my aid.
Without my thinking you appeared to change my day.
Do I deserve your grace which frequents me so often?

In the depths of wallow to which I have been subjected,
your supremacy places me where there is hope, perfection.
Give me a sign, for now you know I am forever yours.

I no longer fear you, but accept your graces, your truth.
Though time may pass and may not be on my side,
I know you, the concept of actual timing are.

And so I write this ode for you,
to thank you for enlightening me
with your spiritual power.

As the universe revolves around the imperceptible axis
which never slows nor changes
I will wait for you, oh perfect, pleasurable, inexplicable timing.