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



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