Jessica Scott brings a poem of near dawn thoughts.
What thoughts endeavor to pierce the brain
as we keep watch in the darkling night,
the slumbering stillness
of the breath held
until the stars blink and yawn, stretch,
and fade with the lightening sky.
While the earth waits and shadows play games,
visions of past wrongs accuse,
demand justice: atonement or forgiveness,
and peace comes on the horizon
by light or by blood.
*Had a completely different poem enter my head but I was caught in the middle of something and couldn’t write it down right away. The only line that I kept was “by light or by blood”. I was thinking of a story I heard about the Crusades, how the men would keep watch in the night before battle and other similar stories. I then had a memory of someone telling me long ago that matins was a version of that (to keep evil from coming…
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