When you are able, bend your knees, when you cannot, make intercession in your mind, ‘at evening and at morning and at midday’.
(St Ephraim the Syrian)
From the rising of the sun –
whatever morning reveals –
to the setting of the same –
You remain.
What ruins lie at our feet –
whatever looks safer in darkness –
what night fears have haunted us –
we kneel.
And when we cannot, Lord, for aching –
when the ground kicks against us –
when the rising sun scalds us –
minds bow.
Turn our minds to the breaking of Your dawn.
The sun today blinds us –
history wounds us –
yet Your dawn is sure,
won’t fail.
The Consolations of Writing 