Haiku of Hours

Praying Liturgy of Hours, the subject of this haiku, with the Carmelite Nuns in Elysburg two decades ago opened my eyes to the beauty and deep peace of this ancient practice and for several years, was a daily practice for me.

Also called Divine Office, these seven daily times of prayer come out of Christian monasticism and were developed based on Psalm 119:164 "Seven times a day I praise you for your righteous law," and regular Jewish times of prayer, as observed by the Apostles in Acts.  Several denominations including Catholic, Orthodox, Lutheran and Anglican pray the hours with many people praying just the major hours, Morning (Lauds) and Evening (Vespers) and sometimes Night (Compline).  

Morning Prayer starts with the rousing, "Lord, open my lips.  And my mouth with proclaim your praise," from Psalm 51:15.  Night Prayer includes the words of Simeon after he had seen the long-awaited Savior, "Lord, now you let your servant go in peace," and the soothing petition, "Protect us, Lord, as we stay awake; watch over us as we sleep, that awake we may keep watch with Christ, and asleep, rest in His peace."  If you wish to learn more about this beautiful Scriptural practice, see Liturgy of Hours.  See Divine Office if you wish to try it yourself.  Apps and books are also available.  

(NB:  The Catholic Church now has Office of Readings which can be done anytime in place of Vigil which for a time was called Matins, but I have used the older Latin Hours.)

Vigil—Night

Cozy warm darkness

Ever-wakeful God watches

We rest in His love

Matins/Lauds—Dawn

Awake soul, body

Return to light, greet your God

Awaiting His will

Terce—Mid-morning

Tea, daily scripture

Shake off peaceful drowsiness

Time of beginning

Sext—Noon

Momentum has built

—Daily pause for refreshment—

Continuing on

None—Mid-afternoon

Pause now for prayer

Checking over todo list

Readjust focus

Vespers—Evening

With twilight, slow down

Wrapping up, evening plans

Soul, body relax

Compline—Night

Sleep taking over

Days deeds given to God

      Dismissed in His peace

"I am going to start living like a monk..."

These photos and poems were inspired by two books I am praying with these days.  One suggested taking photos of the texture of your day and what you surround yourself with. Since I am recovering from foot surgery and it's been cold, I sit near the fire and hear these clocks ticking which, when I am aware of it, helps me to be in the moment and still myself.  The other recommended starting with, "I am going to start living like a monk," and just write your thoughts on that and then compose a poem from those thoughts.

Daily hours, daily rhythms,

gardens and cloisters, robes and tonsures 

these I associate with being a monk.

What, then, does it mean for me live like a monk?

Prayer.

My life saturated, punctuated with prayer.

Choosing God’s way, even when I don’t like it.

Compassion, service, obedience to Your will.

Ora et labora.

Rhythmical...peaceful—hah!

What monastery is always peaceful?—

Disagreements, appointments, crises;

different people with different ways of doing things.

Finances, storms, illness, death.

Peace is a goal, a gift—gained and lost

—and regained over a lifetime.

But eventually, deep down, in spite of troubles and trials,

a peaceful river flows,

streams of God.

And, increasingly, peace and prayer are woven

into the fabric of mind and heart.

The light of Christ brightens and underlays

even the dark night.

And growth happens.

Compassion, wisdom, 

fostered by obedience to the rhythmical flow, 

worn paths creating openings for Christ 

in the soul of a monk.

Trust grows,

trust in God’s guidance;

not always doubting my choices, His love;

peace about that even.

A sense of vocation,

living God’s call—or many callings.

Being in the moment, 

sensing the peaceful, eternal quality of each moment.

Seeing beneath the surface,

in touch with the Divine.

Order, simplicity—

even in this complex, chaotic life!

Letting go, receiving;

more rhythms to embrace.

Greeting others with a smile.

Offering the encouraging word, the helping hand;

sharing silence with grief.

Listening, always listening

to God, to the wind, to others

to my own heart

to what is beneath, unspoken

An ideal?  A goal—

"the upward calling of God in Christ Jesus.”

This, for me, is living like a monk.