This day is already past. I surrender it.
When I think about tomorrow, I surrender it too.
Keep me this night. With You
And in You I can trust not knowing anything.
I can trust incompleteness as a way.
Dark with the darkness, silent with the silence,
Hep me dare to be that empty one—futureless,
desireless—who breathes Your name even in sleep.
–Gunilla Norris, Being Home
