The Lord's Prayer

Our beginning, our end, our friend,
outside time, eternally present,
our rest, our counsel and deliverer,
our sustainer.
We regard you with the highest esteem.
And your accumulated understandings
over millenniums of time,
given as edicts and judgments,
we incorporate and realize in
laws and governments;
we embrace order and structure
and mutual respect as
the ways of peace and freedom.
And we are a long way from living that
but we wish we were closer.
Supply what we need to survive,
and then may we flourish for such
are the promises of old.
And we know this life can be lived in splendor
and we wish to make the most of it.
Forgive our meanness to others
as we forgive the meanness's we've received,
and help us when we are wanting
to act outside of what's fair and honest;
keep our eyes open to avoid
the traps of envy and greed
and the thorns of blame.
For we really don't own a thing;
life is as empty or as full
as you allow it to be.
For only you have the power and the wisdom
To slake our thirsty souls.
It all belongs to you:
you are the host
and we are your guests
(not parasites).
And so we love you,
Eternally.