The Dark Before Dawn

Still dark
No hints of dawn
Yet I know
It will come

I am awake in the early morning, pondering all that troubles me. 


Listening to Compline

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.