The One Soul

September 5, 2015 | Reflections from some of the nuns

The Artist And The Monk

The One Soul

A cold air cuts fresh in my mind.
Memories emerge of living solitude watching the reddening skies,  breathing cool freshness.
I smell the oils of eucalypt and pine.
The essence of vibrance seizes my senses.

Memories emerge of living solitude watching the reddening skies, breathing cool freshness.
I feel my breath breathe the one soul of life’s joy.

The essence of vibrance seizes my senses.
A timeless existence expands this simple moment.

I feel my breath breathe the one soul of life’s joy.
I smell the oils of eucalypt and pine.

A timeless existence expands this simple moment.

A cold air cuts fresh in my mind.

Sr. Veronica Chandler osb 2015