I sit in darkness
the darkness sits in me
night blossoms
the hour before the hour before of rising sun
the songs rise from dreams - of risen things
it is night
I wake to be awoken
now, the birds sing-
sculpting silence
with their meditations and repetitions
creation awakens the day
we sat in darkness, in prayer
so we may begin to have night vision
(inspired by early morning 4am prayer at Cîteaux Abbaye)
Love this, Hope!
perfect for my morning devotions.