Poem for the Wandering (16)

Another poem for this timely moment where people are forced to slow down and stay home, written about my home:

A taste - of a simpler life

a sample of modern monks.

The chapel bell rings at 8 each morning, calling

us back to God for the day. We dance

with the children and experience

God's Kingdom through them.

The peaceful rhythms of the day are shaped

by work, by conversation, by food. There is time

for rest and personal things, but if you want,

you could be with people or pray.

Evening brings activity of family coming home

and noise around the dinner table, sometimes

chaos. Then the stillness of prayers and retiring

to each of our homes. Repeat as desired.