Sewing Light

Tom Medlar

Evening gasps,

Grasping closer his dusky cloak

Till he's a shadow in the corner.

Loitering longer near this luminous lady sewing in light.

Time glides beside Evening,

Stilled to see His winged spirit is her guest.

Your presence, Lord, is felt

By the powers of nature.

Your silence speaks to the cycles of movement,

To our longings for the everness of you.

Abide always, meekest one.

Fill my breath with the motions

Of your arriving and going,

She prays.

A Habit of Prayer

Tom Medlar

A wedding dress, made for me.

For we, I wield the thread.

A habit of prayer I sew.

I sow the seeds of silence.

Along the aisle of silence, on the Father’s arm,

The Father escorts me, the alpine path to the altar.

Thou takes me to holy wed.

Monastic cell, the marriage bed.