At land’s end, end of tether
where the sea turns in sleep
ponderous, menacing
and my spirit fails and runs
landward, seaward, askelter

I pray you
make new
this hireling heart
O
turn your face to me
—winged, majestic, angelic—
tireless
a tide

my prayer goest up—
show me your face, O God!

—Daniel Berrigan SJ