blessed are we,
made a little lower than angels
gifted minds that soar
and form each thought
into the truths that hold us to the earth.

blessed are we,
made of little more than dust,
freighted with bodies that groan
and minds that strain and confuse
ideas too inconvenient and lofty to simplify.

bless us with courage to begin again,
start down unexplored paths,
and be shown a wider truth.
shine your glory
on our nature and yours,
our theories and your revelations.
surprise us with the immensity of
what lies beyond our own awareness.

bless us, people of dust and divinity,
who seek the truth in all humility.
though worldly elements resist being named or known,
it is you, oh Lord, who governs all things.
yours is the wisdom and power,
yours the truth to be revealed.
and ours the joy
when we pause—just long enough
—to stumble toward it.