Winter In The Abbey Poem by James Tipp

The cloister bare and cavernous
The echo of footsteps resonates
The latticed screens displays the fountain
The place of contemplation empty
The gathering has begun ‘The meal’
From the windows Narnia beckons
Crisp white lawns chilled by nature
Are viewed in wonder and joy.
The liturgy begins, we stand
Here we come as those whose lives
Are set apart for God in prayer
In contemplation of the divine.
Space to pray for healing of the world
His world, in which the Word spoke
So all that was to be came to pass.
‘Holy things for the holy people of God’
Shared and meditated upon, together.
‘Go forth in the peace of Christ’
Responded to; the day begins.