Tonight O God,

may He Who made the stars

to shine through darkness down on man,

allow the silent, vast of night

to take me deep

(like death)

into the realm of silent providence.

May secret blessings: spiritual

and by my body craved

rest, sustain, refresh my soul.

And grant again

that with Your morning, merciful,

I too might rise

as Christ did once

Who waked up from the grave;

killed death

for me.