Mercy of Mercies, I meet you in the evening shadows as my body bows down before the weariness of the day, the pain of what must be endured, the thankfulness for what goodness I know now and have known in the past, the wonder I feel for the beauty and the joy and the hope of this life. Mercy of Mercies, I meet you in the lengthening night when sleep is far away and when it draws close and comforting around, when reflecting upon the day that is past and imagining the day to come, when dreaming waking or sleeping of what is good and meaningful and calls us forward each and every day. Mercy of Mercies, I meet you under the canopy of stars, even when I cannot see them, only feel my spirit twinkling in response to their light, the stories we tell inspired by the night, and the reminder to shine whether we can see the effects or not. Mercy of Mercies, I meet you in each part of my life, in each night and in each day. I give thanks for such meeting. I sing praises for these meetings. I yearn for them and seek to dwell in them, holding onto compassion, regardless of what else I meet, whatever else challenges or buffets me, leaning on compassion that endures. Amen.