Their evensong ;mypleasure

narrative verse

 

Their evensong; my pleasure

 

I sit outside the monastery

 and pass an hour pleasantly

Listening to the brothers chant

I find their plain song elegant.

 

 I wonder why, it puzzles me

Why do some men voluntarily

 decide upon monastic life.

Are they afraid of worldly strife.

 

It seems to me that they retreat

 from normal life; admit defeat.

I’m sure they see it differently

To me it is a mystery.

 

What can they possibly achieve.

This question really baffles me.

 I must suppose that they believe.

It’s pleasing to their deity.

 

But I am not a Christian

I have my own philosophy.

More suited to a simple man.

Which is all I claim to be.

 

 They have a choice they can decide

 to worship God in their own way.

I am content to sit outside

I do not have the right to say.

 

What they should do or should not do.

My own motto is tolerance

 that’s why I come to listen to

the plain song . which my ears entrance.

 

When night falls and all is still.

 The final notes have died away.

I exercise my own free will

 and rise to make my homeward way.

 

My God does not expect me to

 stick to a rigid discipline.

The way the brothers have to do.

To pray or not the choice is mine.

 

14/07/2009

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Amen!!! This is great. I live by this philosophy and agree with the emotions and viewpoints expressed wholeheartedly! What a breath of fresh air. Favorite.