God at dusk,
We remain. Through trial, through labor, through the terrors and beauties of this world, we’re still here. Hearts drumming, lungs expanding. Help us remember that to simply go on is a triumph. As we recall our day, drive off the beast of anxiety that lurks in the corridors of our soul. Let us examine the day in truth, not as a ritual of self-hatred, but as a commitment to our inner life and how our selfhood has engaged the exterior world. As evening falls, remind us that what we have given today is enough, that we might move toward rest without apology or guilt. As our eyes drift closed, remind us of the mysterious regeneration of our bodies, that we might marvel at our own renewal in the sacred dark. Make us dreamers this night, our imaginations liberated into a space without constraint. Let our rest be a portal to worlds known and unknown to us. And when we wake, we pray that the mystery of the night will have led us home to ourselves again. Amen.