In the politics; the rage; the turmoil around and within us.
In the fear; the conflict; the disasters in the news and in our neighborhoods.
In the discouragement; the hopelessness; the loneliness that presses in on us in the night.
Hush, now; peace. Like a child, run to the arms that welcome you. Rest in the everlasting arms beneath you.
Like Silas and Peter, singing wounded in the night. Like Daniel in Babylon, praying toward Jerusalem; we abide between thorny branches, among tangled vines. We are strangers and aliens in this world.
Show us Hagar’s well, God. Feed us Elijah’s bread. Hide us in the stronghold of En Gedi. Come to us in the watches of the night.
Our tears are kept, precious. Our sighs, heard; heeded. Our darkness defeated in the light of His presence.
All will be made right. All made whole. All made new, in the end. Hush now; peace. He will come.