There are old orders of nuns, brothers,monks and priests who follow a rule of strict silence, chastity,poverty and silence. Their core life commitment, to pray for all of us.




Monastery Cemetery

 

 

 

It is quiet here

Among the stones

Where they sleep

Those that atone 

For sins of others

They have chosen

Prayer as a calling

Night and day

In seclusion’s arms

They spend their

Lives in strict regard

Their oaths of silence

Cloak them gently

Through the hours

Till death gracefully 

Leads them here

To eternal reward





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Written on 2023-03-14 at 11:30

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I like your poem very much, it is very emotive to me, as it reminds me of a place that I know, but the souls who arose from my cemetery had given up their lives so that others might live in piece - during WW1. These souls that you and I speak of, had magnificent intention and their gift was priceless. They must not be forgotten.
Blessings and love, Allen
2023-03-19


JohnJohn
Yes, where would we be without them ?
2023-03-15