Author - April Vinding
Magnificat
We sing Mary’s song in the gloaming. We chant at vespers or evensong, the slipping shift between day and night, when those with companions are snug or busy and grateful for the coming quiet, and those of us without find the chapel hollow and begin to fear the coming dark. Beside us sit all the loves we’ve lost, by our own devices or those of others.
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