Eternal God,

to whom every creature

  in heaven and on earth,

  under the earth and in the sea sings

  “blessing and honor and glory and might”,

our night of mourning and weeping drags on and on,

  filled with poverty and hunger,

  violence and cruelty and hate and war,

  blindness and sickness and sorrow.

We look for the morning and all that comes with it -

  healing and seeing and comfort,

  dancing and dining and 153 fish(!),

  confession, forgiveness, and commission.

We extol you, O Lord -

  weeping has lingered for the night,

  but the morning brings Joy.

With the elders we fall down and worship;

and with the four living creatures we say “Amen”.

Yes, let it be. 

(And "may the force" be with us all!)