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There is a place
where a stream flows
down through the heart of the Abbey.
To walk along paths of solitude
and breathe the air of silent men
whose prayers have touched the sky and earth,
whose hands have labored in quiet reverence
and whose hearts have felt true love
is but a small glimpse of heaven on earth.
There is a bridge
that passes over this stream.
Many men and women have crossed over.
Lost and found.
Looking for something
that can only be seen
through the path of the cross...
a sojourn of a heart’s surrender.
~Elsa (my wife)