Vespers:
Soft vespers
Semi circle
Wide open vowels
Floating deeply
vibratory chords
Sonorous chant
Breeze airless
Cushioned, sat
We hum
We sing
Intoning spun
Round, room
Robed in us
Monks, men
Wraps, knees
Lips, Oms
Sari-song.
Scripture:
A library full of late light
Colors of the fading day
Skins of the world, brown,
Ocher, chestnut, taupe,
White bearded sons and
Bright yellow daughters, sun
And moon all gathered
For scriptures’ secrets told
We sit atop a hill, distant
From them, but near–us
Eyes closed to the world
We listen, slide into others
Gentle greetings and wander
Strange tongues we know–
Without words, definition.
I make myself small to let
Others commune, pass by
In a library of love and light.
In the gaze of the other 