BOOK OF HOURS/ 7:00a.m.
“When it is over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement. I
was the bridegroom, taking the world into
A sweet intoxication fills the air. The prayer this hour
tasting the essence of familiarity. Far from ripe, yet
having been ripe, a renewal cast within waiting
for the union of this moment, timeless expectation.
Soon the earth’s movement will sway enough to
allow the wedded bliss of light to cast itself
on every morsel of open space—AMAZING! Though this hour,
this season, not open for blossoming, yet, ‘inside’ a pregnancy of
swirling juices surging, unseen. In the veins, and within the
wood, life carries, it revolves, transforms into what will become.
This prayer, like this process, round and round! Sometimes
I feel as if I am chasing you, then I almost have
my hand on the third daunting presence who now sneaks in
between us and chuckles. Then, I glance, and neither
of you there—Gone! Now, two chuckles heard from behind me.
You both in pursuit of me. Rolling in the green grass,
I begin to laugh. Try it…simply laugh. Laugh out loud.
Do not worry if you are heard. Preferably, you have found a
place of solitude. Let the laughter out until tears pour down
your face. Really, I pray you will
try it. I just did, and I am in wedded bliss
awaiting what is soon to light the dawn.
Pray with me in this hour.
8:00 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.