poetry spills out of the cracks and crevices that were stuffed with busyness from my work week.
My times at Conception Abbey are no exception. I loved the fact that I was just left alone. To come and go at my leisure. No schedule, no meetings, no groups to attend. My days were my own to fill up or... NOT.
It was my choice.
I love Gregorian Chant. Something about it immediately soothes me. You know the old saying
"Music tames the wild beast." That's me.
"Gregorian chant is how the soul sings."
The Basilica of the Immaculate Conception. Borrowed from Conception Abbey's website. |
Here's one of the little poems I wrote during one of my stays.
The low moan of the monks alerts me
to the sacred parade.
Heads bowed
intent on the task at hand
intent on the task at hand
they file in like a whisper
oblivious to my comings and goings.
Voices rise and fall
and I move with the old world rhythm
as my soul recognizes
the familiar call
Ancient supplications
wrapped in sing-song cadence
soar to the rafters
then settle in the stone walls
and the hallowed halls
where thousands of prayers
have lived for years.
My breathing slows
my heartbeat quiets
the plaintive voices beckon
and I remember
who I am.
who I am.
My days have been extremely hectic as of late
and I find myself thinking that
to retreat is a good thing !!
How about you???
Oh, this is a lovely post and I remember that poem! I love Conception Abbey! We REALLY need to go back!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wonderful memories of autumn leaves, silent monks, sparkling lake, and even silliness. Oh...I want to go back!
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