My heart is sad till I find a promise I can keep

My heart is sad till I find a promise I can keep My heart is sad, weeping slow drops of regret into a pool of sorrow. Eaten away, the hollowness and rot expose the decay at my very roots. I am destroying myself, sinking into despair, Desperately reaching for a firm edge to hold onto.Continue reading My heart is sad till I find a promise I can keep

Listening to the Benedictine monks sing their Gregorian chant

Listening to the Benedictine monks sing their Gregorian chant Listening to the chant, I’ve long been able to hear the joy in the monks’ voices, but now I can hear the love. These are men in love, but not with a woman, but with God. They are in love with love, in love with theContinue reading “Listening to the Benedictine monks sing their Gregorian chant”