May I keep myself in you, God, holder of the star and dawn,
crafter of the far horizon, breath within and wond’ring from.
May I find you water-walking, promises to lean into,
breath to meet us in our breathing, yours remain to carry through.
May I stay this bracing surface, struck beneath a breaking sky,
trace the fabric you have woven, breathe the next you beckon by.
-WBJones, July 2013