Saturday, March 16, 2013


We are slain by fear of death,
Yet death died for all in Him,

In Him we rise when morning dawns.

Wind rises, falls in forests dark and thoughtful,
Evening vespers in the leaves of trees,
Singing like the sea.

A choir of voices in the stone chapel
Worship the Lord of new day,
Day that is past and tomorrow that shall come.

Be with us tonight as we sleep

Be with us tomorrow as we rise

We sing amen upon this day,
Thank-you and amen.

Tonight as we sleep,
between the alleluia and the alleluia,
fill our sleeping dreams.

1 comment:

  1. I don't always make it to Vespers, but tonight I did, and I'm glad I stayed up late enough to read your poem before going to bed!
    Yes and amen, may He fill our sleeping with His blessing.