Seeing as you’ve placed me here, on this spinning ball of fire,
where, right or wrong, I’ve never felt at home, like I belong –

Knowing now I’ll always have trouble staying in orbit;
that it’s my nature to fling myself against far edges –

Believing in your benevolent being that supersedes and yet moves through
all created life as hope, embedded possibility –

I surrender and give myself to serve:
I offer and bow before you,
for you are.