Light departs, shadows, soapstone sisters
twilight on dining table, end of day
As light departs to let the earth be one with night,
Silence deepens in the mind, and thoughts grow slow;
The basket of twilight brims over with colors
Gathered from within the sacred meadows of the day
And offered like blessings to the gathering Tenebrae.
from Vespers, by John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us
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