We gather now,
harvesters of an all-pervasive grace,
unexpected benefactors of the deed
to this great and glorious cosmic inheritance.
We, the walking, waking stars,
ablaze with wonder,
gather to remember three words:
kinship with all that is;
debt that can only be paid forward;
gift, sacred mantra of the humble.
the great and glorious sacrifice of abundance,
asks in return —
that we shed our entitled egos
and drop to our knees,
uttering a single, simple prayer
that changes everything: