Renew my posture, old song,
so that I may be able to sing the tune I do not know.
Allow my steps, new earth,
To guide me forward so that I step not on the seeds I sow.
Open me up, bold eyes,
So that my work is not where it should not be.
Renew my heart, oh God,
So that having one day more is the grandeur and beauty I see.
In mine own way, due Time,
Make sure my my arms have something for which to yearn.
Yet make it so, heart of mine,
So that I forevermore find humble paths on which to learn.
Seize my body, good Spirit
So that all my bones will hear the music you are playing with ease,
Allow me to be free, be open
So that I dance to your will, as the cherry blossom cradles outward as if to beckon for the breeze.