Lord,
you are the boundless space of our freedom,
the ever beyond,
yet, in the assembly of praise,
we are but strangers, guests, passers-by,
perpetually torn between the infinity of our desires and the limits of our means.
Here we are before you, Lord,
in the evening, when there is no more time to do,
when we must be available and welcoming.
May your Spirit visit us and send us forth…