our books of hours
God is love
and is it
tiring
and is
the rock of faith
for
metaphor
the lion
first of Judah
and shall we believe what the figures
shall be pointing
toward
as we consider openly
without agenda first
‘til
we go there to find
what might
be our purpose in our tasks
that is
fair and openly
which is a matter of the mind and for a metaphor
the heart
though we accept the source
and
then the spirit
that is an entity and real
pointing
only toward creator
who
is the love
somehow
for
real
and this dance
then
between the thing and its referral
which is the contest
of
a poem
and what the poem itself might indicate
which
is what
to know and to accept and then
to embrace
for faith
and life
and through that all the rest
in a holy now
and in the holy hours
to come
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Book of Hours
There’s dawn
It comes on gradually
With time to say
Hello, new day
I appreciate the civility
Dawn is polite
A spot of deeper yellow
Almost orange
With pale light on top
Kind tones of gray
On the other side
Maybe this is why
The sun is our brother,
Moon our sister
The sky offers sibling intimacy
Closeness with Earth
Is promised
Lessons in real hours
Given
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Photo by Artem Sapegin on Unsplash
Saxon Switzerland sunrise
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