Monday, May 18, 2020


Our communal tables have gone dark.

We may feel like empty jars waiting to be filled.

We search the dark sky, searching for clues.

We look for signs that others have gone before us.

We hope for shutters that will open safely.

Filled with hope and dread, we anchor ourselves as we sing the Liturgy of the Hours, the way the ancients taught us.

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