Lonely spirits sigh for You, Great Love; every bone and muscle craves Your strength. Some light candles; others wave smudge sticks. Hands up, we surrender in silence. Turn off our auto-pilot chatter, Heart Guide; defuse anger's explosives. Keep us on Your Peacemaking Wavelength, free of sound byte darts and impulses. Most Perceptive Counselor, help us correct our vision through friends' critiques. When will monied power grabbers lose their tearannical grip on sad souls?