By the pond, in the dark,‘neath the trees, chantingRaising voice, rhythmic song,joining force, rejoicingStillness now, ‘neath the trees,silence hangs, gentlyIn…
I wonder whose desk that was, Now discarded southward, pushed Years ago over the edge beyond The broken cement foundation…
Think of the first picture that comes to mind when you hear the word ‘meditation’. Many see a robed figure…
It was the sweetest, most mysterious-looking place any one could imagine. The high walls which shut it in were covered…
For several years, I traveled two hours from my home once a month to spend the day at a Trappist…
Perched on a hilltop overlooking the Pacific, Prince of Peace Abbey offered me a quiet afternoon reprieve from people, church-politics…
It was the sweetest, most mysterious-looking place any one could imagine. The high walls which shut it in were covered…