Expansive God, my small horizon is dominated by roofs and windows, my soundscape is bordered by commuter trains and street traffic. A few trees stretch above the homes and, from the right vantage point, the telltale skyscrapers can be seen keeping watch over the city. I am comforted by proximity, and I give thanks for neighbors (known and unknown), for their dogs and their cars and their music all reporting life to my ears. I rejoice for the birds and squirrels and stray cats and even deer making their homes among so many people. You too, O God, dwell close within this busy space; let me not lose sight of you in the crowd of buildings. Ever draw my eyes and my spirit beyond the city to the yawning horizons of a wider world.