I love this prayer…
The only thing I wonder about is peace. I know sometimes it is the end of hostilities between people or nations or neighborhoods or families, within families. We pray for that peace every night. I get that. But if peace is some soft feeling that all is well…and one can just slide along without questions, or objections or pain or working for the good knowing that your effort might just be only a drop in the bucket…then I am not at peace…nor do I want to be.
The only sense of peace that makes sense to me is the peace of knowing that with God’s help I use my strength to love and battle and cry out as I believe my Lord and Savior asks, that is, as the divine “rebel with a cause” has shown us, shown me with his life, death and life again. Peace indeed.
Lord, it is night.
The night is for stillness.
Let us be still in the presence of God.
It is night after a long day.
What has been done has been done;
what has not been done has not been done;
let it be.
The night is dark.
Let our fears of the darkness of the world and of our own lives
rest in you.
The night is quiet.
Let the quietness of your peace enfold us,
all dear to us,
and all who have no peace.
The night heralds the dawn.
Let us look expectantly to a new day,
new joys,
new possibilities.
In your name we pray. Amen.