God, we turtle people need Your
diamond-solid transparent shell:
we minus You equals zero.
But heaven-tuned heroes tend Your
garden joyfully, free of mad
efforts to please designer gods.
You plant us in holy households,
nests lined with happy morning song;
through long nights Your wise voice whispers
Love. Yes, You, our true Contact Lens,
Steady Rudder, Life Preserver.
We swim in Your glad ocean currents.