Holy, Quiet God,
In our secret yearnings, we wait for your coming,
and in our grinding despair, we doubt that you will.
Everywhere in this world we see darkness:
Violence and suffering,
grief and hopelessness,
sorrow and pain.
So often these threaten to overwhelm,
even in the midst of colored lights and gift-giving,
we find ourselves searching
And yet we know in this place of privilege
we are surrounded by witnesses who yearn more than do we,
and by those who despair more deeply than do we.
And so we find ourselves searching for ourselves and for the world.
Searching for light in the darkness,
searching for grace and love amidst the despair and loneliness.
Look upon us in this season of hope,
which runs so quickly to fatigue,
and this season of yearning which so easily turns to greed greed.
Look upon us with your word of comfort,
look upon us with your word of hope, look upon us, and be present with us,
Even in the darkness we have created for ourselves,
Look upon us with your unending and enduring, overpowering love.
Give us the grace and the impatience
to wait for your coming with every inch of our being.
Come in your power
and come in your weakness
and make all things new.