Recollection

Sonnet

 

 

Recollection

 

The butter lamps cast a soft glow.

As chanting monks in unison

 their voices blending come and go

 to raise their morning orison.

And thus begins another day

 that’s filled with studying and prayer

As these devotees seek the way

 The motive which has brought them there.

Although their faith I do not share.

I can share their serenity

Which permeates the very air.

 A scene which still entrances me

 I can recall it vividly

 from memory so easily.

 

16-Sep-08

 

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Reviews

[Lena M. P.]

Refreshing. A good view point on the life of a cloister faith.