Remembering Saint Joseph's Abbey, Spencer, Massachusetts, 1992.


It is restorative,
this silence,
beneath the vast
black heaven
in the winter-vested

abbey enclosure.

Profoundly dark
but for one light
shining on the statue
of the Blessed Virgin.

I enter the cloister.

In my twenty-three years,
I have never known,
have never felt,
a stillness
so deep.

Into the church,
where soon a dozen monks
will gather
to chant psalms
to the God of night,
the God of silent stars.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-02-18 at 09:08

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I really enjoyed this, Tom. The way it's written seems to reflect the quiet it describes.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Restorative...absolutely! From fond experience.