I pray to the Invisible:

Please protect us
from blizzard and hail, from blaze and swelter,
from flying insects that sting and swarm,
from pestilence and sulfurous miasma,
and from the crowded bluster and welter.

But let us see the light,
through your architectured frame,
of sun, of stars, of moon, of clouds,of dappled leaves, of shimmering creek,
and all your gentle creatures without names.

And give us wisdom  —
when through your fearsome grace,
you slay a bird mid-flight
and leave an ashen smudge
suspended mid-air in its place.

AND when non-believers
doubt your clear perfection,
then at dusk reveal the veil
of dust and spots and filth
co-mingled in their own reflection,

So then, in them,
it will grow known
that they reside within
the mercy of your windowed house
and they should not throw stones.