Scatter us not to the four corners
as the gale threatens to decimate
all we hold dear.
Untether us from the harbors of hate
and give us buoyancy
to weather the deluge of ignorance
that threatens to drown us all.
To be your hands and feet
and row with others
As the waves of this world
threaten to submerge us
beneath the surface of our darkest hours.
Grant that we have a ray of faith
in the misty foam of our unbelief
that in you;
joined with our sisters & brothers
all things are possible