Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
In
Monastic Solitude
In monastic solitude I sat
Among the lilting liturgy of the
leaves
Vocalizing no prayers, thinking
no thoughts
Only trying to empty my poor mind
And listen to the Hymn of the
Universe
The blessings of bees, the
chantings of cicadas
The singing Silence of the spring-ing
sky -
But in all of this I was unsuccessful
And that’s okay
My mind is too cluttered to pause
and to be
But still, you see
I thought I heard You sighing in
the wind
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