Meditations: Lauds

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I am out of rhythm. Summer always greets me with its welcoming arms of rest and renewal, but in the name of rest and renewal, I neglect some of the basic rhythms of life. I am not rising early. I’m not going to bed early enough to rise early. There’s little to structure my days beyond my wife’s to-do list, bills to be paid, emails and texts to respond to and then delete, and the constant desire to spend as much time as possible with my wife and children.

I haven’t even made time to write. I have arrived at a castle called writer’s block, complete with a deep and impassable moat. I need to carve out some time to simply sit on the front porch again, coffee and pen in hand, and bumble about in my little black Moleskine journal. On that note, I offer you the first part of a two part poem titled “Meditations.” (I’ll post the second part early next week) Like a prayer for the morning hours, Lauds offers praise for the closed-eye, intensified sonorous experiences of a Monday morning.

Meditations: Lauds

Vincent H. Anastasi - 2019

I sit in the lid-closed twilight
of a Monday morning
between my children’s muffled voices
just beyond the front porch window
and the near-distant traffic hum of North Broad Street.

Here, where the cool breeze
stirs leg hairs to life,
I’m enveloped in the unattended
canticle of creation:
    the finches conversing in the Serviceberry,
    the catbird call down around the corner,
    the rhythmic repetition of crickets -
        this stillness inspiring ear-imaginings:
    the pollen-laden bees bumbling about the flowers,
    the spider humming to herself,
    patiently awaiting a late breakfast,
    web strung harp-like between the arborvitae and arbor
    where the kiwi vines stretch heavenward,
    once again, overzealous from rich soil and much sun.

Published by thedeepened

I am a lover of words - the way they sing together in neat or sprawling lines upon the page, conducted by the great wordsmiths of all time. The way a sudden turn of phrase or surprising combination of sounds resonates with the deep within me, causing pause: moments of reflection and appreciation that transcend the superficial babblings and paltry visions of the infantile. Here at the deepening ground, it is my intent to make time and space for the reflection, appreciation, and creative imaginings that sustain the human soul.

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