Under the cobalt
blue skies of my Night
Watch, I give my breath
to You, Divine Child,
Who existed in the womb
of my soul before time
and space began
So deep the silence—
it is You that gives
Breath to me.
Wrapped in the gold
rays of my Awakening
Hour, I
give my flesh
to You, Divine Word,
You Who were with me
before You were in me
So deep the silence—
it is You that gives
Flesh to me.
Distilled in the soft
yellows of my Blessing
Hour, I
give my self
to You, Divine Friend,
You, where the infinite
meets the finite, in a spot
occupied by nothing
So deep the silence—
it is You that gives
Self to me.
Driven by the expanse
of light of my Illumination
Hour, I
give my passion
to You, Divine Prophet,
You Who stretch and
strain the fabric
of my being, Your Love
relentlessly expanding
the universe
So deep the silence—
it is You that gives
Passion to me.
Held in the counsel
of abundance of my Wisdom
Hour, I
give my thoughts
to You, Divine Wisdom,
You Whose canal becomes
a river, and Whose river
becomes a sea
So deep the silence—
it is You that gives
Thought to me.
Amidst the wonders
and strengths of my Twilight
Hour, I
give my labor
to You, Holy Christa,
groaning You into
existence, my fabric tearing
as You push into the world
So deep the silence—
it is You that
Groans for me.
Held in the silken
dark night of my Great
Silence, I give my heart
to You, Divine Beloved,
yearning like lone
tracks in the snowy plains,
so to hold You in that
infinite place where
only love is known
So deep the silence—
it is You that
Yearns for me.
The italicized words are titles
for the Liturgy of the Hours by Macrina Wiederkehr in her book, Seven Sacred
Pauses: Living Mindfully Through the Hours of the Day
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