The Liturgy Of The Hours: Compline
“We entrust ourselves to the night as if it were a great ocean from which we can fish up all sorts of wonderful things..”
From The Music of Silence by David Steindl-Rast
Compline completes the Liturgy of the Hours.
Its end marks the beginning of the Great Silence
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“Let all mortal flesh keep silence..”
Picture taken at sunset, Kopua Monastery, New Zealand
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The Sound Of Silence
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