The Eighth Day

God speaks again
and not in repetition –
the first, a sending,
now, a calling back.
He says:
‘Let there be Light,’
and the Son,
obedient,
rises, glorious
as seven noons in one.
This day will have no night.
It bids us
follow Christ above
to enter and to rest
in bright communion:
the overflowing consciousness
of Love.

From ‘Cadentine Rites’, Seeking Byland: Poems through the Seasons from Stanbrook Abbey by Laurentia Johns OSB, pub. Gracewing 2020.
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