Archangel,
Lend me your wings.
I pray to rise above the waves.

He alone can calm the storm.
We cannot!

We are slaves to waves of passion, error and pain.

We are servants of love, compassion and forgiveness.

I can only rise high enough for my feet to skim the surface of the water.

Maybe with your wings I can lift my heart into the sky.

Maybe with grace and humility I can rise to the foot of the eye of the needle.

Maybe from that lowly place all things are possible

His will be done