Sunday, December 14, 2008
Praying the hours - Night
Day and Dusk, proud of their achievements, sing in muffled harmony to the night
"The hours were not wasted!"
Night chortles back - "whatever...."
Night is pleased to have mortal alone at last
Patient and allowing the slow measured avoidance of stillness to recede
Darkness allows the stirrings of insomnia to wrestle with their master
In the struggle, night inserts its power and coaxes the mortal into surrender and sleep
Dark knows there is much to be gained in the stillness
The stillness of slow breathing and pleasant dreams
Night knows the darkness feeds the mind and body
And working gently, methodically, prepares the sleeping corpse for dawn and eternity
Photo - SS - night in Maui