BOOK OF HOURS/Final Hour
“We shall not cease from exploration,
and the end of all our exploring will be
to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.”
~~~ T.S. Eliot
Here we are…but where?
Weeks ago, at least it seems weeks, I sat before this
windowpane. Outside, there you were…so, very far
away, yet, I felt if I simply lifted my hand,
my Soul and yours ‘touched.’
It was the messenger that
brought us here, joining us…
Spirit of Life, I did not
know you then, and yet, I did.
Here I sit again, and
begin again this circular dance.
I trust the steps
I have taken before, I am taking them for
a first time…NOW.
Perhaps, the words penning
themselves on this paper make no sense.
Is it sense I seek?
Heaven’s no…it is you I seek who is the
complete contradiction of any sense…
at least for me.
You are lasting…for even if I confuse myself
with ‘thought,’ You are a thread with no end.
You weave beginning a day. Curling through the
eye of the needle, you swivel unseen through night,
stitching your way through dawn. You ignite the sun.
The complexity of the day, a pattern you know…needing no
practice. As dusk’s seam wedges into this exploration of life, the thread
unveils itself all the more releasing yet another strand
to make the journey again, and for a first time.
Pray with me…thank you!