Book of Hours
This book belongs to
not you, where your name would be
there is another name painted in
Here is a morning prayer
I am here again today
What will today be in moving through it
The day gives itself to you
It is overwhelming
There is light for you into the evening
The world enters your home through the light
All things flip over on themselves
Here is the prayer for sleep
Let my brain circle like a dog
and slump into rest
Some beautiful lines in this, especially "The day gives itself to you / It is overwhelming".
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What a portrait of a day! I like this a lot, especially, like Maureen, "The day gives itself to you / It is overwhelming," and the prayer-sound of "I am here again today / What will today be in moving through it." That wonderful pooch circling for a snooze at the end . . . he's special too.
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