Says the Teacher

Lectio Divina Series
Ecclesiastes 1

Notice good,
his wearisome voice
toils for
skeptic ears,
the pitch rising in prayer
above the lazy

leaning of
squeaking school-standard
chairs. The leaves
blow within
the bricked courtyard, they never
see beauty

there. It must
under the scribbled
69,
fashioned on
their vast and empty notebook.
This is nothing new,

it seems new,
but this search was here
before us.
At our end,
fascination with the fast,
furious, forlorn

will puzzle.
Did we not have sun?
Did we not
feel the wind?
Did the quiet ripple of
a stream

not provide
the music for our sleep?
What did we
not notice,
our wisdom of the meaningless?
With ears full

of our own
thought, the teacher’s drone
returns to
me again.
Let us remember. Let us pray
together.