Evening Praise to the Sheltering Christ


O Jesus, risen from the dead,
the birds have nests, the foxes holes,
and the kings of earth their mansions,
but you had nowhere to lay your head.
Yet you made a home for everyone,
gathering us under your wings
like a hen gathers her chicks.
Even in death you were preparing                                                        rooms for us in the heart of God.
And now your eye is forever the lamp
over the door of our lives;
your heart, the safe gate
through which we come and go;
your hand, the roof above our sleeping:
under the cover of your palm
we lie down and dream.
Praise to you, O Christ, shelter and peace,
now and forever. Amen.