#matins with lauds

[eastgaysian]

replaying pentiment and thinking abt that post like 'andreas will be in the middle of investigating a murder with a two day deadline and still insist on getting his 8 hours of beauty sleep'

#honestly even funnier considering the times his sleep gets interrupted as part of the story #seeing the clock scroll past matins and lauds MAN WAKE UP!

[dedansdehorsbychristianriviere]

Splendeur jaillie du sein de Dieu, Lumière née de la lumière, Avant que naisse l’univers Tu resplendis dans les ténèbres. (…) ✨✨✨Que j’aime rapprocher mes prières du jour aux images de ma vie , moi qui cherche la lumière, psaume de l’office des laudes d’aujourd’hui me parle et m’apporte la Paix poor commencer ma journée. À vous aussi je vous souhaite Paix et douceur pour cette belle journée qui commence ✨✨ #matin #lumiere #tenebre #psaumes #laude #chretienslifestyle #nature (à Le Prieuré D'ambialet) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoT69-wtmx2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#matin #lumiere #tenebre #psaumes #laude #chretienslifestyle #nature

[garak]

you guys don’t understand how much i wish i could be a homosexual monk getting up early every day for prime hoping that they assign me to work on the parchment today but the skins are still soaking and aren’t ready to be stretched so instead i’m assigned to the scriptorium even though my minuscules are misaligned every time but today the prior says i can work on the illuminations on brother anselm’s legenda aurea since his horae made for the clothier last year was terrible so all through terce i’m thinking about how to properly position st. agatha so as not to be disrespectful or base but by the time sext rolls around i’ve only had time to clean up anselms illuminations up to the beheading of st. paul and after none it’s back to the scriptorium and this time the roundsman brother bernard sticks his head in partway through since brother peter will slack off nearing vespers if no one’s checking on him and brother bernard makes a show of looking at everyone’s work so it doesn’t seem like he’s singling out peter and at this point i would be working on fixing anselm’s shaky line work on the spear piercing st. matthew and as bernard leans over my desk the knots of his cincture nearly knock over my ink but either way he looks approvingly (as if he has any say, since even if he’s the roundsman i have seniority and know the abbot much better) and after compline when we’re all settling in for sleep before matins & lauds i wonder if he’ll be a stickler on chapter 55 of our dear st. benedict’s rule before looking to see if the chamberlain was going to shave us today since poor old brother albrecht was looking a little ragged but he’s not here so i tuck in to sleep… and in a few days when it’s time to stretch the skins brother bernard comes out to the yard where i’m setting up the frames and he tries to help me but makes a fool of himself in front of me and the cantor but asks me to meet him in the misericord after vespers anyways and of course i think i’m in trouble because the roundsman is asking me to the misericord but when the time comes he just wants help with his letters before lent and this time it’s my cincture brushing against his almost black linens and my hand under his hood on his back as i have him read aloud to me from the vulgata christs prayer to his father in gethsemane while his men slept soundly even as judas was woken by the centurions and longinus readied his spear… i need that life so bad

#living after midnight

[birbwell]

a fierges break between matins and lauds

#the pillars of the earth #philip of gwynedd #milius #cuthbert whitehead #pillars of the earth #birbwelldraws #cuthbert is absolutely cheating. i love that for him #philip notices but hes going to let this one slide because its funny to see milius loose his composure

[rainbowfic]

Today's prompt list is: Aurora

Theme: Time 1. Sennight 2. Twitter-light 3. Anon 4. Matins 5. Laudes 6. Prime 7. Terce 8. Sext 9. Compline 10. Vespers 11. Morrow 12. Midnight Office 13. Typica 14. Forenoon 15. Dayspring 16. Foreday 17. Morningtide 18. Obscurity 19. Witching Hour 20. Gloaming 21. Meridian 22. Lief 23. Heretofore 24. Erelong 25. Sith

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#rainbowfic original #has banner #prompts #prompt list #color list

[communist-ojou-sama]

I can't lie when I first saw "stop doing offices" I thought it was like a monastery thing, like stop doing matins lauds prime tierce etc

[anastpaul]

The Office of Tenebrae (Darkness)

The Office of Tenebrae (Darkness from the Latin)The Funeral Service of the Lordon Spy Wednesday, Maundy Thursday and Good Friday The public singing of part of the Divine Office, on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday evenings of Holy Week, anticipating Matins and Lauds of Holy Thursday, Good Friday, and Holy Saturday. A custom that went back centuries, it acquired the name because of the mourning…

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#tenebrae #theofficeoftenebrae

[stirlingmoss]

MUHAMMAD'S JOURNEY TO HEAVEN

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Al-Fattâ'h! praise the "Opener!" and recite The marvels of that "Journey of the Night."*

OUR Lord Muhammad lay upon the hill

Saf, whereby the holy city stands,

Asleep, wrapped in a robe of camels* wool.

Dark was the night that Night of grace and still;

When all the seven spheres, by God's commands,

Opened unto him, splendid and wonderful!

For Gabriel, softly lighting, touched his side,

Saying, "Rise, thou enwrapped one! come and see

The things which be beyond. Lo! I have brought

Borak, the horse of swiftness; mount and ride!"

Milk-white that steed was, with embroidery

Of pearls and emeralds in his long hair wrought.

Hooved like a mule he was, with a man's face;

His eyes gleamed from his forelock, each a star

Of lucent hyacinth; the saddle-cloth

Was woven gold, which priceless work did grace! ,

The lightning goeth not so fast or far

As those broad pinions which he fluttered forth.

One heel he smote on Safa, and one heel

On Sinai where the dint is to this day.

* Cf. Koran, xvii. chapter "Of the Night Journey."

Next at Jerusalem lie neighed. Our Lord,

Descending with th' Archangel there, did kneel

Making the midnight prayer ; afterwards they

Tethered him to the Temple by a cord.

"Ascend!" spake Gabriel; and behold! there fell

Out of the sky a ladder bright and great,

"Whereby, with easy steps, on radiant stairs,

They mounted past our earth and heaven and hell

To the first sphere, where Adam kept the gate,

Which was of vaporous gold and silvery squares

Here thronged the lesser Angels : some took charge

To fill the clouds with rain and speed them round,

And some to tend live creatures; for what's born

Hath guardians there in its own shape : a large

Beauteous white cock crowed matins, at the sound

Cocks in a thousand planets hailed the morn.

Unto the second sphere by that white slope

Ascended they, whereof Noah held the key;

And two-fold was the throng of Angels here;

But all so dazzling glowed its fretted cope,

Burning with beams, Muhammad could not see

What manner of celestial folk were there.

The third sphere lay a thousand years beyond

If thou should'st journey as the sun-ray doth,

But in one FdtihaJi clomb they thitherward.

David and Solomon in union fond

Ruled at the entrance, keeping Sabaoth

Of ceaseless joy. The void was paven hard

With paven work of rubies if there be

Jewels on earth to liken unto them

Which had such color as no goldsmith knows

And here a vast Archangel they did see,

"Faithful of God "

his name, whose diadem

Was set with peopled stars; wherefrom arose

Lauds to the glory of God, filling the blue

With lovely music, as rose-gardens fill

A land with essences; and young stars, shaking

Tresses of lovely light, gathered and grew

Under his mighty plumes, departing still

Like ships with crews and treasure, voyage-making.

So came they to the fourth sphere, where there sate

Enoch, who never tasted death; and there

Behind its portal awful Azrael writes;

The shadow of his brows compassionate

Made night across all worlds; our Lord felt fear,

Marking the stern eyes and the hand which smites.

For always on a scroll he sets the names

Of new-born beings, and from off the scroll

He blotteth who must die; and holy tears

Roll down his cheeks, recording all our shames

And sins and penalties; while of each soul

Monker and Nakir reckon the arrears.

Next, at the fifth sphere's entry, they were 'ware

Of a door built in sapphire, having graven

Letters of flashing fire, the faith unfolding,

"THERE IS NO GOD SAVE GOD." Aaron sate there

Guarding the "region of the wrath of Heaven;"

And Israfil behind, his trumpet holding,

His trumpet holding which shall wake the dead

And slay the living all his cheek puffed out,

Bursting to blow ; for none knows Allah's time,

Nor when the word of judgment shall be said:

And darts, and chains of flame, lay all around,

Terrible tortures for th' ungodly's crime.

When to the sixth sphere passed they, Moses sped

Its bars of chrysoprase, and kissed our Lord,

And spake full sweet, "Prophet of Allah! thou

More souls of Ismael's tribes to truth hast led,

Than I of Isaak's." Here the crystal sword

Of Michael gave the light they journeyed through.

But at the seventh sphere that light which shone

Hath not an earthly name, nor any voice

Can tell its splendor, nay, nor any ear

Learn, if it listened; only he alone

Who saw it, knows how there th' elect rejoice,

Isa, and Ibrahim, and the souls most dear.

And he, the glorious regent of that sphere,

Had seventy thousand heads ; and every head

As many countenances; and each face

As many mouths; and in each mouth there were

Tongues seventy thousand, whereof each tongue said,

Ever and ever,

"Praise to Allah ! praise "

Here, at the bound, is fixed that lotus- tree

SEDRA, which none among the Angels pass;

And not great Gabriel's self might farther wend:

Yet, led by presences too bright to see,

Too high to name, on paths like purple glass

Our Lord Muhammad journeyed to the end.

Alone ! alone ! through hosts of Cherubim

Crowding the infinite void with whispering vans,

From splendor unto splendor still he sped;

Across the " Lake of Gloom" they ferried him,

And then the " Sea of Glory:" mortal man's

Heart cannot hold the wonders witnessed.

So to the "Region of the Veils" he came,

Which shut all times off from eternity,

The bars of being where thought cannot reach :

Ten thousand thousand are they, walls of flame

Lambent with loveliness and mystery,

Ramparts of utmost heaven, having no breach.

Then he SAW GOD! our Prophet saw THE THRONE!

O Allah! let these weak words be forgiven!

Thou, the Supreme, "the Opener," spake at last;

The Throne! the Throne! he saw; our Lord alone!

Saw it and heard ! but the verse falls from heaven

Like a poised eagle, whom the lightnings blast.

And Gabriel waiting by the tree he found;

And Borak, tethered to the Temple porch ;

He loosed the horse, and 'twixt its wings ascended.

One hoof it smote on Zion's hallowed ground,

One upon Sinai ; and the day-star's torch

Was not yet fading when the journey ended.

Al-Fattâ*'h! "Opener!" we say Thy name, and worship Thee alway.

#Sir Edwin Arnold #Pearls of the Faith

[spiritsoulandbody]

#DailyDevotion Call Upon The LORD & Wait For His Answer

#DailyDevotion Call Upon The LORD & Wait For His Answer Psalm 119 145I call with all my heart — answer me, O LORD; I will keep Your laws (choq). 146As I call You, save me; I will follow the truths (edah) You wrote. 147I was up before dawn calling for help I wait for You to keep Your promise (dabar). 148I'm wide awake throughout the night watches to study Your word (imrah). 149Since You love me, listen to me calling; according to Your justice (mishpat), O LORD, give me a new life. 150Those who pursue vice have come near; they are far from Your teaching (torah). 151You are near, O LORD, and all Your commandments (mitsvah) are true. 152Long ago I learned from the truths (edah) You wrote that You established them forever. This section of the psalm has as its theme calling upon the LORD for salvation. It is the topic of verses 145-149. The parallel topic of those verses is waiting on the LORD to save. The psalmist calls with all of his heart, all his inmost being. If he turns to the LORD this way, he expects an answer. He makes a vow to keep His laws. I can relate. It seems to be natural to make this sort of vow when we need something for the LORD. We certainly are sincere when we say this. I don't know how seriously the LORD takes us knowing our fallen nature. The next verse is similar in nature. His petition is in the nature to be saved. We don't know what he seeks to be from or from who though they may be the people in verse 150 or himself in verse 149. There is again a vow to follow all of the LORD's truths. Obviously he is troubled by something. He cannot sleep. Certainly you can relate. I can relate. Sometimes we may involve ourselves in more destructive behavior when we cannot sleep. Perhaps we should follow the psalmist actions here. When he cannot sleep, he calls upon the LORD and waits on Him. He studies God's word when he cannot sleep. This is a good time to have owned your own hymnal. When you can't sleep you can pray compline, matins, lauds or some form of a vigil. The main thing is we focus on the LORD, His promises, His ways and to wait on Him to fix our problem and not act out of fear. He is obviously relying on the LORD's own words that He loves the psalmist. We too should rely on His promise of steadfast love. Based on His promise of steadfast love (Hebrew-chesed, Greek-eleos). I find it interesting that eleos-mercy is the word for chesed rather than agape. It is the LORD's covenant love toward us. According to the LORD's justice he seeks a new life. The LORD's justice revives us. Where do we see this? We see this on the cross where the LORD executed the justice we deserve for our sins and places them on Jesus who bears our guilt and our punishment for us. The shedding of His blood makes atonement and a propitiation so we may have new life through faith in Him. His enemies have drawn near to him though they are far from the LORD's teachings. It would seem they are the source of his problems. So he confesses the LORD is near to him. Greater is He who is in you than he who is in the world (1 Jn 4:4). Because the LORD dwells in us and has made us His temple, what should we fear of wicked men who come against us. They may kill the flesh but they cannot kill the soul. They may try to pressure us to abandon the mitsvah and edah, the commandments and truths of the LORD, but we fear the LORD who can destroy both body and soul in hell (Matt. 10:28). Many of us have heard and were taught the truths of the LORD from birth. Such is the case with the psalmist. Even if we are a late comer, we can still confess with the psalmist the LORD's ways are fixed. His moral law, His judgments, as well as His mercy, kindness and steadfast love as well as His discipline remain forever and we can depend upon it. Merciful God and Father, listen when we cry to you. Give us Your grace so we may do Your will and obey you. For the sake of Your Son Jesus Christ, give us new life and reign in our hearts and our minds. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen. Read the full article

[christophe76460]

Au matin, tu écoutes ma voix, au matin, je me prépare pour toi et je reste en éveil ». Par ces mots, le psaume 5 se présente comme une prière du matin et se situe donc bien dans la Liturgie des Laudes, le chant du fidèle au début de la journée.

[zirkmct]

Lauds unto Prime, unto Terce, unto Sext, unto Nones, unto Vespers, unto Compline, unto Vigil, unto Matins, unto Lauds...

[birbwell]

For the ship ask Tom and Philip with 5, 7, 8, 12, 19, 20, 21 (sorry I chose a lot, feel free to pick favourites xx)

5. Who does what chores?

picturing the setting of canon PotE, like. I cannot picture them in a shared living space, and both the places where they live are probably very neat, all chores done, despite the work (but you know Tom's family is carrying a lot of the cleaning. the construction is practically his house chore since he lives here LMAO) in a modern AU shared home though. they're both incredibly diligent so they'd probably do a lot of the same things! working dads who still somehow manage to get a relatively clean space Despite children. they r working miracles in there

7. Who is the more romantic one?

Tom is more physically affectionate, sort of same as he was with Agnes and Ellen, but Philip has asked him to tone it down bc well! not used to it + a lot more chaste. he has to ease into it yknow ! though Philip is surprisingly very sappy w words.. kind of cringe of him :]

12. Who gets up the earliest? Who has the worst sleep schedule? Who is the sleepiest?

no contest Philip is getting up earlier for matins & lauds. nothing earlier than after midnight babey. i think Philip would be the sleepiest. busiest guy in Kingsbridge

19. How do they silently/subtly express their love for each other?

i keep thinking about the fact that Tom insisted to build Aliena a nice stone house because it was befitting of a noble. his One thing being his love language sort of... thinking about if Tom finds out that they're converting the prior house to a scriptorium and he suggests having another structure built, or something else converted, despite his good sense. There Is Not Enough Materials For That. and he then suggests building a humble house around the close. which. i'm not sure if Philip would agree to that (though i do like the idea), but it's clear that there's affection in that. also! He Is Cathedral Infodumping and Philip. considering hes such a cagey guy, i think little gestures like touches to the arm and feeling comfortable enough to complain about the workload is everything. he indulges Tom with more fanciful questions about masonry and cathedral architecture, tries to look after/look out for his children... Philip doesnt even know that Jonathan is Tom's son. it's not a direct expression of love for him but i still wanted to bring up, just- Philip's affection towards Jonathan, picking him up as he stumbles and replying to his nonsense Latin... fall in love with him beam

20. What clothes/accessories do they steal from each other?

a tunic or two of Tom's would go missing, purely by accident. look at them both and tell me if anything Philip could wear would fit Tom

and Philip owns literally nothing else!! have mercy on the man sniff

21. Which of their friends/family pokes fun at them for them getting flustered/affectionate?

I THINK ONLY A SELECT FEW PEOPLE WOULD KNOW BECAUSE. well. i think Ellen knows and makes jabs at Tom's taste and affections ("you could fall in love with anyone and it had to be a monk!"). initially Serious then more teasing. though dont get me wrong shes still Squints at Philip and would probably become more vigilant of his actions because of this in a modern AU you Know Tom's kids are giving him shit about it. you Know Martha says some variant of "why does my Catholic school teacher call you babygirl". you know Philip would tell Milius and he would never hear the end of it.

#pillars of the earth #the pillars of the earth #philip of gwynedd #tom builder #philtom #changing the ship tag bc thar name too long #birbwellspeaks

[batmonkfish80]

Stovetop Ghosts by Katy Naylor

1. In which I talk about friendship in general and my relationship with Katy Naylor, the author of Stovetop Ghosts, and how it relates to this review in a way that is peripherally about the book; for more direct commentary see part 2, or for a summary, part 3

A part of what makes up friendship is shared experiences. We were there together and this thing happened, involving us. It’s not the only element and maybe not even absolutely necessary. Still, going through something with someone can make a bond. Online friendships are trickier; still, things happen and the people we met online were there with us. And now we have something in common.

Another thing about maintaining a friendship is to know the limits. When not to push. Not to get caught up on things that don’t matter. So when Katy described Stovetop Ghosts, a secular devotional book of poems about domestic life with small children I thought, doesn’t sound like my kind of thing. Easier all around if I just pass this one by, let our friendship – centred as it is about writing things and reading things – go on elsewhere.

Bear Creek was an online magazine of strange and weird things, masquerading as the newspaper of a strange, weird and fictional town. It was also a small press, and then one day the guy who ran it gave up on it all and it ended.

And Bear Creek was also a scene, made up of those of us living in the penumbra of the fictional town, writers, readers, illustrators, creators of various odd things. It was where Katy and I met. And when Bear Creek went away…

Well that’s no reason to give up on all the things that we built in that fictional town. Stovetop Ghosts doesn’t sound like my kind of thing? I read and watch and listen and experience things that don’t sound like my kind of thing all the time. Katy publishes things that aren’t my thing in her zine of interactive arts and that’s not a great reason to avoid them. So I don't. Learning why they’re not my kind of thing is useful and valuable. And sometimes, maybe there's something there that can be my kind of thing.

To cut a long story short I bought Stovetop Ghosts, even though it didn’t sound like my kind of thing, because the thing that started us being friends went away and that makes it even more important to support each other and strengthen the things that we have in common. The author’s note says “Stovetop Ghosts is Katy’s third published chapbook, and one that contains much of her heart. Be gentle with it,” so if I hate the book I will keep my damn mouth shut. Because that’s what a friend would do.

2. An actual review of Stovetop Ghosts

This is a book of hours, a secular version of meditations on the monastic hours that indicate religious services. In the same way that monks would structure their lives and work around these times, this book mirrors it with the rhythm of domestic life. A domestic life that revolves around a small child

The poems are all addressed to “you,” the child. Lauds is dawn and a memory of another time and how that hour changes when a child is present.  Matins revolves around breakfast with a note that “My better self is clear as glass,” and it turns out as fragile too. And then cooking, it is imperfect and a mother’s disapproval can be felt, and then our child’s delight when it is served. “Maybe, sometimes, this is enough.”

Terce is mid-morning and we go to the sea, and the sea is empty and full, overwhelming and tempting. But we, the child, are there. Something else than the universe-filling sea. Sext is noon still by the sea, a moment’s respite. Looking for the kraken, ready to send up a flare. Nones there is a walk inspecting every plant and oddity.

In Vespers we are told that we, the child are starting to anchor ourselves in time. That we know that this is a stage. Like the hours of the day, the years of our lives turn, the same and changing. Compline at night returns to the theme that’s hidden and revealed. That for all the child is dependent on the parent, it’s the child that saves the parent, that gives them their life.

Some of these I experienced as shattering handfuls of words poured into my churning mind, sharing events that happened months and years ago - or only in our heads. Some of them as just, you know, an interesting thing that was written. Some of it was my thing as it turns out, and that’s good. And the things that weren’t my thing? They’re good too.

Part 3, tl;dr

Read This: An unflinching look at the doubt and strangeness of parenting Don’t Read This: It doesn’t sound like your kind of thing Disclosure: Katy has published me in her interactive arts zine Voidspace, also everything in part 1 You Can Buy It: At this link; if you're in the UK and want to contact Katy (perhaps through Voidspace?) she has copies.

#book review #poetry #secular book of hours

[verite-jesus-libre]

[444names]

french forenames BUT including "a"

Achane Achanne Adais Agance Agatine Agnade Agnan Agnand Alainne Alane Alanne Alave Albany Albaur Alexan Alexanny Aliane Alianne Amaine Amand Amane Amant Amançois Amaut Anabe Anacque Anane Anatavie Anaë Andra Andriane Annissa Arlenne Armain Armaine Arman Armange Armanne Arnade Arnadine Arnard Artalie Aureaut Aymonaël Aïdam Aïdamue Aïdand Aïdane Babroy Baphe Baphie Baphée Baptie Bapuc Barcelle Basce Baspe Baulin Baume Bauren Baurine Beane Beanie Beanine Bervarie Blain Blaine Blainne Blandrin Blaurd Blaïde Blaïs Brian Béane Béanne Calette Calie Camine Caphibas Caphille Captie Carce Carianne Caric Carice Carle Carot Casce Catre Catrie Cervane Chain Chand Chane Change Charce Charcine Charoy Chrian Chriane Chrianon Chricka Chrillas Clain Claine Clairal Clais Claliane Clalie Cland Clandine Clane Clanne Clast Claudole Claïs Clonona Clénal Clésabe Colaïse Coran Coranne Célault Damie Damil Damin Damine Damue Dance Danck Dande Dandette Dange Danne Daphand Daptie Daptine Dardild Darline Darosce Davien Diaquel Doman Domaël Dorilane Elénaut Emmain Emmaint Emmalin Emmaline Emmalore Emman Emmandré Enrianue Ernatone Ernaud Ernaël Esmaine Estanise Evain Evaine Evanne Evarce Evarjo Fabelie Fabeline Fabelle Faber Fabet Fabette Fabie Fabin Fabre Fabrole Fabroy Fauline Fauriena Feristan Fermaël Fifian Fifiane Flairman Flomain Flomale Florand Fraine Fraire Fralix Frane Fraptise Frard Frardane Fraud Fréandre Fréane Fréliane Félas Félau Féliamin Gabel Gabie Gabine Gabre Gabrie Gasia Gastance Gatan Gaudel Gaulier Gaury Gaétavic Gaétin Gaétine Geofiane Geonache Geora Georaine Georéath Germais Gernaël Gériane Henard Hervaine Honathin Hyanine Hélianne Hélias Ignane Inéléa Isabert Isabine Jacaise Jacal Jacelle Jache Jacque Jeance Jeane Jeanelle Jeanore Jeaul Jeaurdie Jeaurie Jessa Jolain Josal Josilbas Julain Julia Jérane Jéranne Jériance Karce Laelle Laette Laude Laudil Laulaine Laulie Laury Lazandre Lazarge Liamy Liance Liand Lianien Liantin Loukaël Léane Léant Léathée Mabette Mabriste Mache Maciline Madèle Maganne Magathé Magaur Magnaïde Manette Manne Marce Marcette Mardain Mardine Marge Margel Margie Margo Mariant Marick Maricole Marien Marienne Marieu Mariline Marinine Marise Marle Marlette Marlix Marolas Marorie Martald Martavel Marthée Matavid Mathelle Mathil Mathille Mathine Mathur Mathée Matin Matolde Matrine Matte Maudonny Maure Mauricéa Maurotie Maury Maxenie Maxenne Maximeor Maximi Maximone Maxin Maxintie Maxise Maëlle Mignaël Miraine Mirmaine Mylvard Myriane Mélaud Nadette Nadivie Nadèle Nadèlen Nanne Nartine Natine Nichard Nicka Octande Ombriand Ophance Opharge Ophibane Oréganin Pathilen Pathine Patie Patois Patterne Paude Paulain Paulian Racissy Racque Racquot Raouise Raourie Raphe Raphine Rayme Raymeon Raymerth Raymon Raymonon Raymot Raymotte Rolaïde Romance Romaël Rosaine Rosia Roxan Roxand Réanie Réanne Réatier Réatin Régane Réjeaut Sabel Sabette Salère Samine Sanne Sarce Sarose Sofian Solain Solane Solas Solaud Solaul Solian Solinaur Sopharce Stant Stéphaël Suzabie Sylvaine Sylvan Sylvange Sévellan Tandria Thian Thélany Thélian Valan Valiande Valianny Valianue Valie Valienne Valoémy Valèreck Vionand Vionaël Xavick Xavie Xavine Yanche Yandre Yandré Yangette Yanise Yanne Yoand Yoange Yohance Yohanick Yvona Zacque Éliance Élénaul Élésain Évraine

#444 names #444names

[dedansdehorsbychristianriviere]

Légendes d’automne. Le jour se lève tout doucement à Leynhac. Le soleil tente de percer à travers la brume matinale et donne de belles couleurs chaudes et des reflets mordorés à la nature, ce qui lui donne des belles teintes chatoyantes. Dire les laudes devant un tel spectacle sublime et naturel est un plaisir immense pour moi et j’essaye de prendre pleinement conscience de l’instant présent et d’en savourer le moment dans le silence de la maison encore endormie. Si le chant d’introduction dit « Seigneur, ouvre mes lèvres et ma bouche publiera ta louange », j’ai failli changer les paroles pour « Ouvre mes yeux, Seigneur, Aux merveilles de ton amour ; Je suis l’aveugle sur le chemin, Guéris-moi, je veux te voir. ». L’hymne du jour dit « Un jour nouveau commence, un jour reçu de toi… » tout cet hymne traduit tellement le fond de ma pensée et mon état d’esprit ! Comment ont-ils su que ce matin ces pensées occuperaient mon esprit matinal lui aussi embrumé ? #oraison #laudes #automne #reveil #chrétien #chretienslifestyle #meditation #nature #naturephotography #naturelovers #stfrancis #stfrancisofassisi #saintfrancoisdassise (à Leynhac) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkFtc9xDNqA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#oraison #laudes #automne #reveil #chrétien #chretienslifestyle #meditation #nature #naturephotography #naturelovers #stfrancis #stfrancisofassisi #saintfrancoisdassise