BOOK OF HOURS/4:00a.m.
“RE-examine all that you have been told…
Dismiss that which insults your soul.”
You begin to diminish…Wait! Why?
Why does the hour pass so quickly? I turned a moment…
my finger, wishing it to be like a fishing pole I could cast, that I might catch you,
and lure you into my hand.
I wanted to hold you, cupping your ‘light,’ praying you would
never disappear. A snag is on my line—I tug, tug again.
The line breaks…is this all an illusion? I have heard
so many interpretations of The Beginning…so many tales,
but what if it is all a fairy-tale? What if there be no
pages to turn directing us to a story explaining
existence? Why is it we need an explanation? Who is it
we assume knows the truth? There it is, that word—Truth!
If we stand before a vast sea, you look out, I look out,
and the unassuming ‘presence’ lingering beside us looks.
All at once, we speak aloud what it is we see. We each
hold a vison of the truth before us. Each of us
standing on the shore, gets into a boat, set sail!
We lower the mast…the waves carry us. We do not
choose the direction. We sit in this hour hearing one
another’s truth. The waves settle, we rock and rock.
We no longer see the shore. Does that mean it no
longer exists? You fade…I know you are there.
How ‘this’ all came to be? Yes, countless explanations.
The only stirring—swimming in the sea of my thoughts.
Can we make this lasting for our children, their
children and all created ‘things’ longing for
Pray with me in this hour.
5:00 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.