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 https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author