Limiting Liturgies

If dawn invites grace-filling abundance, what dual horizon limits sunset? Awake each morning with or without alarm. What promise waits to unfold this liturgical dance across our day's embracing stage? Thought of sunset, even this next one. Too soon arrived? Or will dark never arrive to say goodnight? Farewell, aloha dawn and sunset framing today's fancy form-exhausting dance. Which background music does creolizing jazz suggest today? To glance our best step shine and slide together. What songs we sing with smiles and frowns. What arias we start with full-heart passion, compassion, co-passion! Today feels like We Shall Overcome Ourselves together, rhythm and gospel blues once again to rediscover sunset fading toward nightmares to recomemorate remember, yet also dreams of dawns filling perfect light erasing each dark corner climate while tempered shining full-octaved from within as without, breath in and out, dancing dawns to evensong sung sunsets. Will we sing this day's sun down at least as full-creole voiced as yesterday and night? Across this Earth where sun is always setting and this new day wakes full-voiced dawning.