God longs for God
and uses us,
rises in us ...
becomes in us.
Let us rise simply.
a quiet dough.
~ from "The Second Rising" by Gunella Norris
O sovereign angel,
Wide-winged stranger
above a forgetful earth,
Care for me, care for me,
Keep me unaware of danger
And not regretful
And not forgetful
of my innocent birth.