BOOK OF HOURS/ 3:00p.m.
“I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers
ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins
my soul has grown deep like the rivers.
This hour basks in Summer’s warmth. The clouds
overhead bathe in this season…like children, they
frolic across the sky. I walk in the tall grasses
stopping to rest beneath a tree. Its shadow covers
me completely. I see the light, and it is making
its way toward the western sky. I pause…
colors evaporating, fading…the tapestry of this
field knitted so delicately…everything is full
and moving in a direction that suddenly
brings day to night. The in-between hours at times
seem forgotten…they exist, almost expected.
Perhaps, this is my own expectation—that you are always
here and you are. How have I changed like these
hours, these seasons? My steps take place with
greater care. I look out and hold the moment,
know it no longer, nor ever did. Nothing lasts forever.
But now…I treasure this summer. I tuck it into
a chest digging a hole and place its ‘riches’—
‘a box of no possessions’—into the ground.
I dig so deep, I hit a spring. It lifts the
chest from my hands and rushes away deep into
a pool of darkness. Gone, but all the treasures
the seasons have blessed me with, I give back.
I give back holding the moments in my memory
realizing no-thing belongs to me, and still
I am in all things.
I hear the rush of the river
as this hour flows into the next
Pray with me in this hour…
4:00 p.m. will arrive next Monday—
Promise you will stay…invite another!
No worries if you pass. I hold you in the hours remaining.