Compline, Compline, Compline and (yet again) Compline
How is it true? How can we say the same prayers every day, the same words with little in variation? And yet — every day, every midday, evening and every night — how can it be? How can the prayers never fail to capture my heart, my imagination, my spirit?
When first I chose this photo and saying to accompany my thoughts, I wondered why. And then I really looked again. I really read it.
For me, today, the saying the Daily Office is a personal vow … one day it may (I hope and pray) become a formal vow before God. But for now, it sometimes seems more of a burden than the piece of a larger whole that it is meant to be.
But I must remind myself, the Daily Office is a transformative burden. A burden that, well borne, becomes Light.