BOOK OF HOURS/ 6:00p.m.
If you have built castles in the air,
your work need not be lost;
that is where they should be. Now put
the foundations under them.
~~~Henry David Thoreau
I clicked my heels…
I was not attempting to escape this hour.
I clicked softly, bringing me back home from Oz.
At one time, I imagined the Yellow Brick Road.
I have had friends: Scarecrows, Tin men, and even
Cowardly Lions. Perhaps, a part of me resided in each
of those characters. (Oh, and yes, Toto, too) Have I encountered
a Fairy Princess…a good witch? Have I actually taken the broom
of a bad witch and swept her floor in hopes that she
would see the entire world is not against her?
Did I believe behind some giant screen there was this
Magical, All-Powerful ‘Oz’ who could make my
every wish come true? I am clicking heels
this time so I do not fall asleep in a poppy field
with flying monkeys overhead. Really, what is
this prayer? As these hours draw nearer to the completion
of a twenty-four-hour period, through seasons, through
years…stories play through my mind. You are certainly
not the great and powerful Oz my heart has sought.
You are more Auntie Em…You are Uncle Henry…
Spirit…You are Professor Marvel, an Itinerant Fortune Teller
who recognizes a child has run away and you guide her
to return ‘Home.’ As simple as it sounds, returning
home is the journey of our lifetime. These hours
lead me to you…a golden wheat field, a foundation
laid, set. When it is time, it will start anew.
Pray with me in this hour.
7:00 p.m. will arrive next Monday—
Promise you will stay…invite another!
No worries if you pass. I hold you in the hours remaining.