Eternal Maker, God of all that's holy in the Earth, Ever Father and Mother and Lover and Friend, Make of me a door set in your Dark, But if I cannot open to the Light, Then let me be a bridge across the gulf To bear your thronging pilgrims on your Way, But should I fail and fall into the flood, Then make of me a bow to send Love's arrow arcing to your will, But if my feeble strength fall short, Let me still remain a bow In your Hand, drawn past breaking.
