BOOK OF HOURS/ 2:00p.m.
Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I—I took the one less
traveled by, and that has made
all the difference.
~~~ Robert Frost
This hour, Spring Beginning.
Only a week ago…the 1:00p.m. hour, I was knee deep in snow.
How then, at this 2:00p.m. hour, have the trees begun to
bud? In my deepest yearning to stay awake in these hours,
have I, like Rip Van Winkle, slept only to awaken to
a sudden newness? Has the clock ticked so feverously
that I lost seconds, traveled in time, through time
bringing me back to familiar places seeing
things new? The bark of the tree stronger, fuller…
its shadow, when the sun shines, covers more of the earth’s
floor. I walked this same path again and again
until I was pulled in another direction. I
did not say to myself, “Wait, I don’t know this way!”
Instead, I moved freely, I stepped lightly…I saw
the blossoms overhead. Was this a new path for them, too?
I think so. Leaves crunched beneath my feet. I
heard the rush of the river. The hawk soared
overhead. It mattered not where I was. It mattered—
I was. I blessed the ground…Mother Earth,
blessing me. So filled with gratitude…all these hours.
Have I said thank you even once? How do I offer
a bouquet of flowers to a Universe immersing
me in a garden so lush, plentiful, and dazzling?
There is not a place you say I cannot go.
Instead, you invite me down paths unexplored,
and I am beholden to wander.
Please, allow the hours to never end.
I thank you.
Pray with me this hour…
3:00 p.m. will arrive next Monday—
Promise you will stay… invite another!
No worries if you pass. I hold you in all the hours remaining.