God who thrives in the shadows-
The frigid winds drive us back into our winter abodes
Nearly isolating us from our neighbors
And capturing our uplifted spirits until Spring.
As night arrives earlier than yesterday’s appearance,
We ask that this season refuses to keep us from spiritual seclusion
As we fight against our natural tendency to hibernate.
May this season of long nights
Be ones filled with warm memories,
And rooms of mirth.
When the shadows grow long
And hope escapes,
May our spirits find breath to endure until tomorrow.