Book of Hours/ 2:00 a.m.
“ I come into the peace of wild things who
do not tax their lives with forethought of
grief…for a time I rest in the grace
of the world, and am free.”
The black veil pushes itself upon you and you seem only
to Light the sky with unlimiting wonder. I attempt to erase
the shadow, attempt to assist the light…silly human, I
am! Who am I to think I might help you shine? Then,
I hear, or believe I heard you laughing aloud. You said,
“You are who I am…you shine, yes, you ignite the world
with your unique ability to illuminate what lies in you.
It is I who dwell in the inner cavern of your being.”
The stalactites, hanging from your unseen cave,
grow from the top down and from the bottom up. Your
creative self growing…you no longer wait for the
right time to birth what is fashioned from you.
It matters not who receives your work, how it branches out
into the world, or even it be lasting. If what is born
in you holds only this hour, it has been
gifted this hour to be.
Humbled again by a stirring minute,
all the seconds that have existed in this final hour never
to be as it is now. Who are you? Who am I?
Living the moment, you soon clearly see.
Pray with me in this hour…
3:00 a.m. will arrive next Monday—
Promise you will stay…invite another! No worry if
you pass. I hold you in all the hours remaining.