Because we are all Monks and our place of work is a seminary, our work a sacrament, our family a monastery, our home a sanctuary;
may we learn what they are teaching us without believing God is elsewhere...
Monday, September 26, 2011
A Tree Seen
The white chicken next to the pearling magnolia unfurling in the emerald dusk- darkening: sheaves of ice and pale light peeling all that slumbers within; leaves chalking a thousand blended shades of green And moon's starlight.