Come, in our dark time when spirits are desolate, come, Word of life, to our trauma and our tears, grow in us courage to deal with our brokenness, hold us, enfold us in faith beyond our fears. Move us to know that a new life awaits us, lead us to pools of fresh quietude and thought, rouse us to using the time that is given us, learning, discerning what loss and love have taught. Come, Holy Presence, to lift and enliven us, form in us ways to refashion our belief, turn us to see how compassion will heal us, given, received, in the loneliness of grief.