A Friend of Trappist’ (for Brother Rodney)

The Hermit…
Now huddled in a hovel
Left his Monastic dwellings
Forsook his brothers for a time
shed his cloak and robe
to don the guise of just another
“Joe blow”
Unable to sate…
What his heart has yearned for
Disciplined in the ways of humility, selflessness modesty
And finds that meditations, hours, Angels, charity
Still leaves him in a state of longing
In Grace but wondering…
Is there yet still more?
In seclusion he denies self
And waits…
Fasts himself into a higher plane
Face down prostrate is where he prays
His tears salt the earth
A seedling soaks it in
A single blade at a time
The grass grows beneath him
High above…
An eagle espies a field mouse near him
In a power dive swoops down
Mighty talons clasp it’s prey
it’s business as usual
in the order of things
all is as should be
In solitude you search
Life continues…
And it’s all
In a day
In a day
In a day
Open your eyes and adjust to the light
See in the dark in faith
Go to where you are needed
Give as given
You will be given what to say
For all the good of intentions
Are sometimes worthless pursuits
If while nurturing a single blade
Your imprint blocks the light
And stifles a once verdant pasture!
Saint Francis made a statement
not by seclusion,
but by a Powerful walk
And an immutable statement of fact
made to be by The Holy Spirit
clearly heard!

“All things working together for good…” -Romans 8:28


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