To call this week's selection by John Fry a selection of prayers wouldn't be quite right. Certainly, the speaker in these lyrics longs for something, just as the waterwheel longs for the river's song in "soul, paraphrased." But these lyrics are insistent, even assertive. They have discovered an absence (in the speaker, in the world) and will not let go of that discovery. Like Jacob wrestling the angel, Fry's speaker will not leave until he has received a blessing.