I have always loved anything to do with vespers. So it isn’t surprising that a poem by that name caught my attention during the early morning quiet. “Vespers” from John O’Donohue’s To Bless the Space Between Us (New York, Doubleday, 2008, p.183.) enthralled me with phrases like “the basket of twilight brims over with colors.”
However, most vivid were the lines:
After the day’s frenzy, may the heart grow still,
Gracious in thought for all the day brought,
Surprises that dawn could never have dreamed.
It’s simple really—the beginning of the day leads to end. Throughout the day may I be aware of ways surprises heretofore undreamed of graciously dawned today. And as my heart grows still in rest may I be grateful.