Do sailors still shoot the stars?  Use one of those contraptions to look at the night sky for bearings?  Or has the mechanical advancements robbed them of that divine connection?

For all sailors imprisoned on land I stand face to the heavens, relying on galactic navigation for your path through the stars on this blue-green planet.  You are never alone.  No concrete walls, steel bars, silent friendship, or remote sister can keep you from being hugged close by light of the Way.

I walk a dark narrow gravel road through the fields before dawn.  Before the sunrise that never makes a sign through the layers of gray clouds.  Still the angels dance on the eastern horizon. 

And day by day I claim my life, your life, the sailor’s life, becomes more clear, we let the Divine Way be more near, and love more dearly.