A Path Through

(Picture found here)

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 footpath,

a river,

a sojourn of a heart’s surrender.

~Elsa (my wife)