NUNRAW ABBEY

They come,

dressed in robes of silence,

dressed in robes of love.

Faces weathered;

calloused hands gathering in the four quarters

In a blessing.

The wind sighs,

sighs round this shelter built by remarkable men

(hands shielding the candle’s flame)

who came to stone and bankered and broke the iron granite

for the love of God.

A shelter built; a world within a world; a body given up.

Remarkable men, moving into the darkness

shielding the flame.

monks chant

wind howls 

silence undisturbed