Litany for the Spacefaring: LRO

Patron saint of slow seasons and sharp clarity,

you keep circling what history struck and left.

Your multispectral eyes hold endless vigil,

cataloging scars both old and new.

You know love as repetition, as return,

as the long fidelity of an orbit held.

You watch familiar terrain, seeking small change.

You map the body anew with every pass.

O LRO, teach us prayer through precision,

that we might find some steady rock of faith.