Sacrament Prayer

Father,

take my sins away.

Do not just  make me shine.

No:

uproot from me the

tumors  whose

tentacles have thrust themselves too

deep and tangled for any

scalpel of my own.

Take from me what I

love or ignore, which in my

need or apathy

turns my heart away.

Let no lesser moon

sway my compass this way or that, but let only

North persuade me toward the bright and morning and star.

Beyond action, word, and thought

let your alchemy

sanctify my

impulse–the deepest nature that

directs the motives

guiding who I am

and will become.