God of mystery,
you who whisper through the shadows,
guide our feet as we walk this night.

God our shepherd,
you who lead with wisdom,
call to us clearly across the hills.

God most brilliant,
you whose throne is assembled by cherubim,
shine through with truth and healing.

God of many ways,
you who make a way when we have none,
herald hope for this wild journey.

God in the heavens,
you with your crown of stars, riding the wind,
come and be flesh among us.

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