May we learn to undergo your
And to accept your mercy and your might.
And when we are undone by coming night,
May your grace our sinful spirits move.
May everything we do be done for love.
May we manage lust as best we might.
May the dark communion of the night
Our hearts towards charity and patience move.
May our anger be the fruit of love,
And hatred be alone of unjust might.
May we know the beauty of the night
And let not fear of death our joy remove.
May we love you well, as well we might,
And thus move through your day towards your good
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon