BOOK OF HOURS/9:00p.m.
“Follow the grain in your own wood.”
9:00p.m.—this hour has its own chord.
Each hour has played its own unique melody…
Each a separate key on the keyboard, and yet,
‘all’ these hours hold a melody, a harmony
that is lasting and eternal. Each moment in
this hour, the stars glitter and, if you seek
this quiet place inside yourself, trust you will hear
The Big Dipper begin a hymn. Orion will join in
and The Milky Way will splash a tune across the
night’s sky while Pleiades, the seven sisters,
lead an acapella. Here I sit. I start to hum.
The vibration begins in my belly. This, my favorite
form of prayer. I make it up as I go along.
A shooting star leaves a trail continuing the
refrain. This hour, a chorus…everything
chiming in in this darkness.
Countless beams of starlight
illuminate the stage. I am dancing, and the melody rises.
A perfect pitch finds its way into the night…
Hid-den creatures, all with one accord
begin to ‘hum’ from their bellies.
The Universe is a concert breaking open.
Every player has a part in the performance.
This is REAL, this is life’s live
Production, and it is not put on for just
this night. This show is sold out—
the curtain never closes.
Encore after encore…this hour, this holy
Hour, a lowly bird trusts its perch
and sings the world to sleep.
I find a branch to sit upon and listen…
I simply listen.
Pray with me in this hour—
10:00 p.m. will arrive next Monday—
Promise you will stay…invite another!
No worries if you pass. I hold you in the hours remaining.