Eternal God,
Creator of years, of centuries, Lord of whatever is beyond time, Maker of all species
and master of all history -- How shall we speak to you from our smallness and inconsequence?
Except that you have called us to worship you in spirit and in truth; You have dignified
us with loves and loyalties; You have lifted us up with your lovingkindnesses. Therefore
we are bold to come before you without groveling [though we sometimes feel that
low] and without fear [though we are often anxious]. We sing with spirit and pray
with courage because you have dignified us; You have redeemed us from the aimlessness
of things' going meaninglessly well. God, lift the hearts of those for whom this
holiday is not just diversion, but painful memory and continued deprivation. Bless
those whose dear ones have died needlessly, wastefully [as it seems] in accident
or misadventure. We remember with compassion those who have died serving their countries
in the futility of combat. There is none of us but must come to bereavement and
separation, when all the answers we are offered fail the question death asks of
each of us. We believe that you will provide for us as others have been provided
with the fulfillment of “Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.”