Three o’Clock in the Morning

August 26, 2017

Three o’Clock in the Morning

Three in the morning,

an hour of woe,

Breathes heartache and mourning

and deepest sorrow.

Its minutes are counted

with seconds and sighs

As in blanket-mound bed

fears dance ‘fore sore eyes.

The moments just lumber-

a funeral dirge-

While we, seeking slumber,

turn, toss on its verge.

The stillness is silence

as cold as a tomb

Yet burns so intense

it crowds th’empty room.

No pillow can soften,

nor lullaby light,

The three o’clock coffin

of a restless night.

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Ryanne Molinari (MLitt, University of St. Andrew’s) is a pianist/organist, pastor’s wife, and lover of words. She is the author of Spirit-Filled Singing: Bearing Fruit as We Worship Together, and her writing has been published in journals such as the Journal of the T. S. Eliot Society (UK). Connect with Ryanne by subscribing to her blog or following her on Instagram.

3 responses to “Three o’Clock in the Morning”

lexiebrookeblog

August 26, 2017 at 6:54 pm

Wow, great post! Such a creative and powerful idea, and I really love your writing style as well. Just found your blog and I can’t wait to read more.

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1. Ryanne
  
  August 26, 2017 at 7:25 pm
  
  Thank you so much! I’d love for you to skim around my “Scribblings” section if you’re looking for poetry and stories.
  
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