Prayer to the Lord

I am here, Lord, beneath your over-reaching dome, calling to you from the world so far below you.
I send my words up to you, building a road on which you might descend.
See them there, glowing in the air, the straight road leading to me.
Come to me, I ask, guiding yourself by my prayer,
come without error, and without delay, to me.
Between us there is a bond, strengthened by the thread of my prayer.
Come to me, who worship you.
Come, answer my prayer.

Serith, Ceisiwr — A Pagan Ritual Prayer Book