Deepen in us our love for you today,
so that in all things we may find our good, and the good of others.
– Lord, lead us to the truth.
The migrations are making their
patterns across the soul.
Bright wings, whatever they may be,
are opening their
above the murmurrations
of the deep beneath, the urgings of life
and the old damper of death,
where, we begin gathering satchels of light
to carry into
our stark season;
where, we feel our way along
the worn, caved
walls of unknowing;
where, ancient hues of herds are running still;
where, we touch the lines of navigation
where, God waits
on laps of stars.