Breviary

Can one sing praise to
A hymn of praise?
Starting small the
Psalter of 150 beads to toll
Into words of the psalms and
The writing of souls who
Faithful mined
The depths.

I speak of the breviary
Whose solace
Through
Sorrow and desolation
One day at a time
I crawl forward
Leaning on these holy words.

Small steps into a
Big universe
Praise for the praise of
Him who began
Taking death out
Putting life in
Exposing the glory
Midst the nails
Joining the voices
Carried always on
The wind.

Perhaps one day my voice
Will lift its tomorrow
Wings to be heard
Beyond these hills.