May God survey us like the sky,
watching north to south, east to west.
May God listen to us like the quiet snake,
hearing our tremors within God’s very being.
May God feel the pulse of us,
pounding and afraid and bleeding.
May God taste our bitter tears,
mourning this salty ocean as it swells.
May God smile in loving delight over us,
as if it’s as simple as loving a cute cat video.
May God breathe us in, like a slow gasp
standing in wonder at the sight of a redwood.