O night, O star

O night of wondrous mystery,
you enfold us in your treasured darkness.

O star of hope and longing,
you shine in our most simple sky.

O winter wind wailing,
you mingle with our sighs, our songs.

O heavenly choir, behind night's deep curtain,
you draw your single breath.

O silence, rife with God,
we lean toward the musical pause.

O song, O throat of heaven,
you find your sweetest voice in us.

O nerve, you will with perfect will,
and we move, we know not how.

O holy child, in your becoming
we become.

O night of the unending unseen,
blossom in us slowly.

O star, so small and excellent,
shine in us as long as you need to.

— December 7, 2015