A dark night

Around three this morning, I heard my daughter come up the stairs, and I rolled over and went back to sleep. Later this morning I read the news from across the country of those who did not come home from their own night out at the movies.
We take so much for granted.
To those wounded in body and soul by last night’s horror, I can offer only my prayers, love and sorrow. I hope that you will forgive me that, even as I pray, somewhere behind my heart I am hugging and holding on to my own daughter for dear life.
‘Keep watch, dear Lord, with those who work, or watch, or weep this night, and give your angels charge over those who sleep. Tend the sick, Lord Christ; give rest to the weary, bless the dying, pity the afflicted, shield the joyous, and all for your love’s sake. Amen.’
(BCP, 134)

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