Scarlet Robe Creations

I take a single step onto the path, grass and weed underfoot, stones marking the way. I came expecting the complex and received simplicity. For what shall I pray and what canonized words should I use? ‘Our Father in heaven,’ but this discourse points toward my needs. My prayers have already been heard. I surrender to the world around me, untouched by the progress of today and yesterday. I surrender to the silence where the Spirit’s voice is amplified and I am left without petition. My final step, reached after meditation well spent, listening to the voice of my creator, He who has counted the hairs on my head, He who has said come and in the quiet has given me rest. copyright 2019 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

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