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May I stay anchored in these harbors where you have so graciously allowed me to stead myself. Like a bird perched upon a power-line, knowing not its power to zap, so too do we reside here without the realization of what tremendous affordances have been made for us.

Let not these waters be defiled, or polluted by any man's jetsam, but let us recall each day how grateful we were when we arrived here to the place most desired. After all these years of venturing, we have come only to know one place: our home. So let not our own birth be forgotten; and let us not dispose of the knowledge of our travails. For if our feet had not ached, and our backs not given out, we'd have never quivered before thee in alignment with that Will from which all greatness was beseeched.

Let us not wallow in hubris once we have built our fort, but each day remember our miseries, so that we may be freshly humbled.

Let us not be exempted from harshness, nor swallowed by grief.

For these things I pray,

Amen.