Grace

Mother Mary, full of grace
Keep me in my proper place
Neither head nor tail will do
In the midst of the multitude

Mother Mary, full of grace
I see your face in outer space
In all that nothing, pricked with light
You take the darkness out of night

And as I wander star to star
Looking for my destined path
Your gaze upon me, near and far
Shields me from Ginnungagap


(for James Blish, of blessèd memory)