Light across the cloud
The eye of God looking down
Changed when it meets me
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Light across the cloud
The eye of God looking down
Changed when it meets me
Ancient words now sung
Prayers chanted, incense rising
Candlelit stone walls
So many memories within cathedral walls. Chanted prayer always makes my heart soar. Gently, though, like a bird on the wing. Not garish as a jet.
Compline sung again
Mark another year of life
I am richly blessed
Sitting in dim light
Not darkness, tranquil
People highlighted by shadow
Candle’s energy dancing
Upon faces, glinting eyes
Music carries words
Deeper than where
They’ll go
On their own power;
Calmness fills empty spots
Within my soul
Refreshed and
Birthed anew
Seattle’s St. Marks cathedral has hosted compline for decades. Sung evening prayer has roots deep in Christian liturgy and the Anglican tradition. These speak to me deeply, especially in candlelit halls of stone.
We are made in God’s image
Glorious bits of star stuff
Pieces of the cosmos
The flames of Pentecost
Burning away greed and fear
A path before us
So much suffering
Offering up a small prayer
Holding back the tide?
In my mind’s eye
On the Ganges shore
Sunlight rises from the east
Comparative silence
As the city returns to life