A Ritual is Never Hollow
A ritual is never hollow; sweet words,
Happy ancient words, from the dawn of time,
Sung through the air, refreshing as a waterfall
Discovered at dusk on a marching day:
A ploughman bidding his beads to Jerusalem
A child who’d rather not sit still during Mass
A holy sister hymning along the Rhine
A wise man seeking still that elusive Star
Heal chaos through their living in the Hours -
Oh, no – a ritual is never hollow
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 4:18 PM UTC
A Ritual is Never Hollow
A ritual is never hollow; sweet words,
Happy ancient words, from the dawn of time,
Sung through the air, refreshing as a waterfall
Discovered at dusk on a marching day:
A ploughman bidding his beads to Jerusalem
A child who’d rather not sit still during Mass
A holy sister hymning along the Rhine
A wise man seeking still that elusive Star
Heal chaos through their living in the Hours -
Oh, no – a ritual is never hollow