Sunday, August 21, 2016

Priory

The poem below reflects on a recent afternoon visit to Weston Priory in Weston Vt 
http://www.westonpriory.org/

Silence.
Only the brief interruption
of a bird's song
or sandals walking
prayerfully
over stone.

Silence.
Walk around a reflective pond
and through a garden
cared for
meticulously.
Rest in contemplation
and listen
to the quiet.

This is a place
of silence.
On a summit in Weston Vermont
resides the ultimate peace.

Silence.
Until the monastery bells
call us to prayer.
A handful of men,
monks,
enter the chapel
and begin to sing.



copyright 2016 - Donald P James Jr

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