Through the hours of a day—
the sacred hours of spirit and light.
before dawn creeps into the hallowed darkness
before even the birds rise and take flight,
the ancient words fill hungry hearts.
Prayers, poems, and songs of great kings,
spilled upon white pages littered in red and black—
wisdom for a life, nourishment for famished souls.
Remembrances of holy ones from long ago,
praises and lauds to the good God, to his Son.
Bread and wine, flesh and blood, the holy
sacrifice of love, offered for a world unworthy.
Through the hours, the sacred hours,
hope is found amid other hours of despair.