PrimeA Poem by steppenwolfEarly morning is a good time...
Hours of the Blessed Virgin Mary Prime Now daybreak floods the earth with light. 1
Light is what we see and what we need Light, new light, brings the seed Of hope. No matter how black the night was: bad dreams, the baby that wouldn’t “settle” The sun abides prides itself on its power. The cold ones will spread themselves out on a bench, warmed; The tired ones will go home, sleep, and find strength; The drooping wildflowers will, in the fields, stand up; The frightened ones facing the wall will be cheered. 2 The rising sun brings happiness to the farmer Farmer must work hard because there has been rain Rain floods and turns all into mud Mud seizes tractor wheels and won’t let go. Go to church and thank the Lord for this sun Sun is a huge male force bringing love.
Love to fertilize our bodies and minds Minds and bodies are satisfied, yes Yes but the soul needs the sun most of all All is well, all is good, and we rise, never fall.
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