Our God, who rides upon the heavens,
and hides in every human heart,
give us this day, a basement window,
and a haze of thin branches through
which to view a waning moon.
Give us morning cut from the night like a bright cloth,
and a sun that runs like a calf through a field of flax in bloom.
Give us strength for daily pain and reasonable gloom,
but deliver us from the kingdoms of power and glory
and lead us to a round table in a walnut room
with wine from water and the mystery
of intimacy and everyday friendship.
Give us this day, it is bread enough.