Lord Jesus, You know the identity,
composition and locality
of every atom in every star.
Yet, in Your abundance of Mercy to me,
You choose not to remember my sins,
or the chaotic chase of might-have-beens
that used to seduce my attention; nor the fallibility
that I express too often and too awkwardly.
You, Jesus my Savior, loved me and gave Yourself for me,
that my life may proceed in a starward direction
(oh, Bright and Morning Star) toward the Resurrection.
Starward-Led, an Orthodox Christian