My Monastic Wish - July 3, 2023

there was a time when I wanted to be one of them instead of those old wooden chimes hung outside their chapel window on this warm summer’s eve wishing I could hesitate

the mouths of monks

in the long middle of unbroken vespers pause those fixed sounds aimed at God and play something

unrehearsed

silky mysterious

the kind of music

that deepens

any faith