The days are short.
The nights are long.
Your universe mirrors the reality of our hearts,
Revealing your gracious spirit that
Mourns with us in grief,
Cries with us in sorrow,
Sits with us in despair.
You are not a distant God, removed from human pain,
But a faithful companion
Closer to us than our tears.
Help us to feel your presence
Now that we remember and reflect,
Seeking your healing touch
And the hope that you promise.
I picked this up somewhere in Great Britain, probably a Church of England. If you recognize it, please let me know the author. Thank you. Ana Gobledale