Orient us

Lost in some deep forest
Of our soul, our being
No focus, no sense of direction,
Getting off the path and
Somehow
Finding ourselves in the bramble,
Climbing over fallen branches
And catching ourselves on prickly briar bushes.
We are
So
Lost.

Orient us,
Give us some sense of direction
That leads us home
To you.



[Other "O" words for a prayer lap: Open us, own us, outfit us, orchestrate us - what do you use?]