For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God …
Romans 8:18-21
Old leaves relinquish high places
And flutter to the ground
Of their beginnings
And though the morning's frost shimmers
For miles on end
A strange night lies abstruse
Over the hearts of men
Scurrying like so many
Creepy-crawlies, from dark to dark
Afraid of the open fields, the un-googled
And solitary places
Too much in need of silver spoons
And double-tongued chums
To adore them
Mistaking activism for salvation
And trendy liberal talk for
Illumination
Where are the lives that would live?
Where the hearts who would be
Broken open?
Who will present with that ancient valor
To bear the ageless wisdom
To a pilgrim yet
Unborn?
Mist rises
From the little brook
Made small by too much summer
Gregarious robins gather
To follow the warmth away
Here to stay
A sole owl's cry in the early open blue
O futile world
Even if the want arose
I could not leave this place
To join you!
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Mons Nubifer Sanctus is a spiritual retreat center focused on training in contemplative prayer. We offer many different programs, instructing and equipping disciples to experience the presence of God.