BOOK OF HOURS/ 8:00p.m.
“All shall be well, and all shall
be well and all manner of
things shall be well.”
~~~Julian of Norwich
Darkness has set in.
Like a seed planted in the ‘ground of being,’
unmovable beneath the soil, the seed finds a way
to break. Pushing, prodding, am I like this seed
beneath the canopy of the night’s sky?
Here, I burst while a thousand stars pull me into their
light. What is my prayer in this kaleidoscope of
twinkling white diamonds
spread across a black pearl table? I pull up a
chair to gaze a while. I am upside down,
yet no-thing falls upon me.
I am falling into this hour, intentionally.
Every second, I drop lower and lower and the
descent brings me nearer to You. I am guided
through a black hole…an abyss, and I cannot
find my way—ah, yet, I trust the hid-den path.
Mindful of this road, knowing not a direction…
There is no North or South, East or West…
all ways in the absent void…lead to You.
My eyes closed, I touch you at my side. I know it is You.
I fear not that it be anyone else. It is You
and Spirit who meet me in this timeless
hour. We are gathered together in this
space over and over. I follow even
though the way uncharted, the road lies
off the map. I step in a forest of
flowers that bloom in the night. Their seeds
know when to unfold and it is well…
very well with my Soul.
Pray with me in this hour.
9:00 p.m. will arrive next Monday—
Promise you will stay…invite another!
No worries if you pass. I hold you in the hours remaining.