A RITUAL IS NEVER HOLLOW
By Lawrence Hall
Word count: 80
Rating: G
Summary: A poem reflecting on ritual.
A ritual is never hollow; sweet words
Happy ancient words from the dawn of time
Sung through the air, refresh like a waterfall
Discovered at dusk on a marching day
A ploughman bidding his beads to Jerusalem
A child who’d rather not sit still during Mass
A holy sister hymning along the Rhine
A wise man seeking still that elusive Star
Heal chaos through their living in the Hours—
Oh, no – a ritual is never hollow
Outstanding. Captures my own feelings when reading histories and companions to early Christianity of the Late Antique period. Thanks!