PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

A morning poem of hidden prayer, small labors, and the peace that comes before the world begins to speak “Early in the morning my prayer comes before you.” — Psalm 88:13 Before the house remembers itself there is only the clock counting out a mercy I did not earn the dark holds everything together walls, years, the quiet ache in my bones the body rising slower now as if it too has learned reverence the dog waits without complaint a simple hunger, a simple trust I fill the bow