Life Within The Brake Poem by Kurt Hearth

Veiled in mist, away from eyes prying.
In the bosom of mounts 'n' peaks.
Dwelling deep within the brake.
Lone monastery stands in shadow.

In silent prayer or chant, holy order.
Opted to devote their lives,
claiming wholly an existence.
To their Omnipotent deity.

Safely in their abode, though spartan.
Nestled far from tempest's grasp.
The silence there golden, serene.
At times becoming loud, this level of quiet.

Yet, as moth drawn to flame,
mariner to siren's song.
Those seeking answers.
Curious visitors are lured.

As guests, all made welcome,
with smile friendly, handshake firm.
To join in prayer invited,
breaking of bread sip of wine.

Spend the night an offer,
for in the mount in the dark.
The cold doth reign.
In the morn with departure bid.

From the monastery, within the brake.
wishes for safe journey home.
17May11