We could not see the top of this wall – but now that we’ve scaled it, what lies before? A dream of tomorrow? A promise of now? The moment is furrowed on destiny’s brow. No sureness of footing, yet held for the fall; the wall is beneath us – what now?
This day are opened, our mouths to give thanks. They who opened the breaches, have opened my sons’ mouths. (St Ephraim the Syrian, The Nisibene Hymns) The night begins our day; we raise our open mouths to praise. The sky falls in orange sleep, but wait expectant of the dawn. The gates are breached; theContinue reading “Damascus Road Prayers: Ramsho (Evening Prayer)”