11pm. The lights are off, the house quiet. It’s a Thursday and all the roommates have already tucked themselves in for bed. While it may not be a Sunday, tonight seems like the perfect night to reminisce one of my favourite pieces of liturgy. Fitting under a big, bright, moonlit sky when sounds of vehicles far off in the distance are hurrying home…
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,
In your name we pray.