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
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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