I would do well to learn from those who have sought you in the night:
Jacob, wide awake on that stone pillow;
Nicodemus, restless with questions;
Solomon, weighing wealth and wisdom;
Pharaoh’s baker, his head full of nightmares;
the weary Hebrews, following that Pillar of Fire;
Rizpah, unrelenting in her bitter mourning each night;
the widow, knocking on the judge’s door with determined hope;
the banished man of Legions, howling over his wounds among the tombs.
O God of all hours, when I am without sleep and overwhelmed by the night,
let me seek your faithfulness like so many others have
while the moon looks on in its pale silence.