Accept, we beg you, our prayer and work of this day,
and grant us the rest we need
that we may be ever more willing to serve you,
who live and reign for ever and ever.
Universalis Prayer
The snow fell
like thick sleep
after a lullaby softens
to quiet-
breathing in the waxing
darkness;
as if the heavy, silhouette of night
shook shawls
of pearled light
over the blue-swaddled
shadows
of night;
as these vessels of prayer
shone bright lamps
into the lonely,
late hours
of my wearied
and sleepless heart;
as I lay listening
to the low vigil-voices
of the crowded pines;
the wind kneeling
on the high hills
in the matins of the stilling night.
I see it. I hear it. I feel it all. "...the wind kneeling on the high hills in the matins of the stilling night."
ReplyDeleteI thank God for your gift of words.
Thank you Nancy! So thankful for His grace in all.
DeleteI agree with Nancy. I am right 'there' as I read your words, Cynthia. We don't have snow here but I can imagine what it would be like by reading your poem. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sue Elvis! May you experience snow one day!! God Bless friend...
DeleteCynthia, I love the last lines. The wind kneeling is superb. I appreciate your skill at carrying through a metaphor or theme to the end. Here it is sleep, and so fitting with the title and content. I love how prayer is weaved throughout. It is interesting to see how the six line stanzas offer order to what could be a chaotic night of sleeplessness and worry. I really enjoyed reading this!
ReplyDeleteThank you Amy! The snow is prayerful in and of itself. I thank God for another gift of beauty he so abundantly creates and gives...God Bless friend!!!
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