Tuesday, August 4, 2020

The Divine Office at Night - poem

Lawrence Hall
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The Divine Office at Night 1

Even if those happy spheres are sentient beings
We need not pray for the abbess moon and her
     stars
For they never rebelled in the gardens of space
For there they found space enough, beyond time

Perhaps they wonder if we are sentient beings
And much in need of their sung prayers instead
We, with our ancient hatreds and endless wars
As soon as formed disobedient to God

We need not pray for the abbess moon and her
     stars
But be most grateful if they pray for us


1 Cf. The Rule of Saint Benedict

1 comment:

Verlie Burroughs said...

I forget to pray for the angels
And then the angels forget to pray for us. Leonard Cohen - So long Marianne