BOOK OF HOURS/ 8:00a.m.
in the morning
when I began to wake
it happened again
that you, Beloved
had stood over me all night
that as soon as I began to stir
You put your lips on my
and lit a holy lamp
inside my heart.”
8:00 a.m. Hour
In between branches, your light exudes revealing open spaces.
Open spaces in no need to be filled—instead, they become
endless windows allowing you to shine through. I sit beneath this
tree—before me, a sea which looks like a sheet of glass.
You slide majestically over the stillness. A fish breaks the surface…it, too,
mindful of this hour, this beginning, this fierce spectrum
of fire that would consume us if we were any nearer to its
vibrancy. From this distance, your radiant splendor
kisses not only my forehead, it bathes my soul in
a warmth that ignites a soft whisper. The whisper is my
pursed lips blowing you a kiss…as if you needed my kiss!
Wait, you do…your longing, deeper than mine. You wait and
wait for me. You rise and I believe I hear you say,
“Kiss me again.”
And, I do, I do, I do.
Pray with me in this hour
9:00 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.