BOOK OF HOURS/ 9:00a.m.
The Root of the Root of Yourself
Don’t go away, come near.
Don’t be faithless, be faithful.
Find the antidote in the venom.
Come to the Root of the Root of
Molded of clay, yet kneaded
from the substance of certainty,
a guard at the treasury of Holy Light—
Come, return to the Root of the Root of
Once you get hold of selflessness,
you’ll be dragged from your ego
and freed from many traps.
9:00 a.m. Hour
Do not let go…I want to close my eyes for just a little while.
Promise you will not let go. A memory lingers as I recall the moment you first
took my hand. I did not know the meaning of ‘steps’ yet,
my wobbly legs, knees calloused from crawling, attempt to
rise. I fall, but you come to my side. Your hand, it reaches
down…you descend to meet me. We ascend together. I am
walking…you say nothing, you do not have to. You are smiling,
that is more that words can reveal.
You have held on until I was ready to let-go.
You were smiling as I broke out into a run.
How all the years in these hours bring me back to those
drifting moments of your nearness. You’re gone, yet
you have not let-go. Sometimes your hand
caresses my face when I sleep. I wake looking
left, right, below, above! Was it, was I dreaming?
Let me sleep in this hour, for just a while.
I know you’ll come…you have never let-go.
And, I hold on to every lasting hour.
Pray with me in this hour.
10:00 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.