Wisdom, when we reach the hours of silence this night, may we meet and cherish that stilling and that peace. May we cultivate the quiet and attend to our own fears, to the tensions that trap and suspend us from whole-hearted living. If we live in the noise of the absence of night, may we make space in that attendant clutter and bustle to be quiet ourselves, to take on the gift of silence and stillness and attending to who and how we are, to how we are called and where we dwell now, to the troubles and joys that surround us and make up not only our own lives but those of our communities and the community of all this earth. Wisdom, when we reach the hours of silence this night, or craft them out of the pushing away of such silence and such darkness, let us remember that these, too, are hours of gift and blessing, if we choose to claim them and know them and embrace the stillness and the silence for healing, for knowing, for attending to the heart whose beat becomes most evident in the quiet dark. Amen.