A night prayer...

This and every night
seems infinite with questions,
and sleep as elusive
as answers.

Pain and longing are always present,
dulled only a little
by the distractions of the day.
I am weary; I am angry.
I am confused.

Circle me, Lord;
keep despair and disillusionment without.
Bring a glimmer of hope within.

Circle me, Lord;
keep nightmare without.
Bring moments of rest within.

Circle me, Lord;
keep bitterness without.
Bring an occasional sense of your presence within.

Adapted from CELTIC DAILY PRAYER from the Northumbria Community
HarperSanFrancisco, 2002