EACH OTHER

I feel the pulse of the abbey
in the sound of the church bell pealing,
calling the brethren together, timelessly,
to breath new life into the world
and each other.

"O God, come to my assistance,
O Lord, make haste to help me.”

Ancient words echo against whitewashed walls
that hear our anguished cries.
Our words come back to us, blessed
by being spoken, heard and shared
with each other.

“Praise the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,
both now and for ever.
The God who is, and was, and is to be
at the end of the ages.”

Surely time, beauty and grace
shared in a community of peace
will bring forth wisdom and truth
to ease the mortal journey
for each other.

“Let us bless the Lord;
Thanks be to God.”