Holy One, 
The pomp is done,
the candles on the Advent wreath are spent. 
Only your Light remains. 
We come to you, as you came to us:
vulnerable and weak, weary and filled with joy. 
Would you,
who squeezed all your infinite self
into a finite human frame for our sakes, 
enlarge our capacity to receive your love?
And loving you more, let us enter your infinite realm,
no longer weak and weary, 
but made one with you, 
infinite Love,
unmeasured grace,
Holy,
One. 
Amen.