BOOK OF HOURS/ 3:00a.m.
“You are not a human being in search of a
spiritual experience. You are a spiritual
being immersed in a human experience.”
~~~Teilhard de Chardin
Although you are whole…in this hour,
half of you revealed. My lens captured you. I cannot begin to
count the images photographed. Even if someone were to step-in
stealing what fills the page, I know you are there.
Perhaps, my prayer is a million photos without words.
Click, Click, Click, I hear the night…this night. I’m often
asked, “What is it you do out in this hour, and why?” How can
I give a rational reply to a call that nudges so
intimately I cannot help but reach and touch the echoed
refrain. In this time, I hear the soft cry of the morning’s
first bird lifting its feathers unleashing its song. I hear
the engine of a car starting…soon the world will awake
to busy-ness as usual. I hear my steps.
I stop long enough to hold the silence. Half-hearted,
I turn my whole-heart in each direction. Clouds
cover you for a time being. I know you’re there.
You are never gone. I immerse myself until
the clouds cover me…still, I’m here with you,
and the ‘other’ touching the shutter button, zooming in
and out…more ‘shots’ fired. I’m still standing,
and only the simplicity of sweet “nothing-ness” heard.
Pray with me in this hour…
4:00a.m. will arrive next Monday—
Promise you will stay…invite another! No worry if
you pass. I hold you in all the hours remaining.