“O Christ Who Is My Rest,
This tension of body,
and racing of mind,
and clamoring of heart
afford me no peace in this night.
Unable to sleep I would yet
make use of my restlessness, O Lord.
Amidst doubt, anxiety, uncertainty,
I would learn to practice a more constant
awareness of your presence, directing
heart and thought and petition you.
Lay your hand upon my brow, O Lord,
and bid me calm. I cannot know every
reason why sleep so evades me, and yet
you have made me yours and in
that knowledge I would know comfort
as a child cradled in a mother’s arms,
who sleeping or walking cares not
for which momentary state, but only for
that sweet, unspoken communion of
knowing they are held in the soothing strength
of a great love that is their precious nurture
and their perfect peace.
So even in haggard sleeplessness,
I would yet recognize my utter dependence
upon you, remembering that you are with me
whether I sleep or not.
I do pray that sleep will come.
I pray that a blessed calm will descend.
I pay that peace will rest upon me now,
that my brow will soon smooth in slumber.
But even if it will not – even if mind or body
refuse their rest – still let my soul take its repose
in the enfolding comfort of your presence,
my head reclined against your breast, hearing
the deep music of your heartbeat.
Waking or sleeping, O Lord,
be this night my rest,
and on the morrow, my strength.