Joy walked with me
on this dusty road,
walking with my brothers
we walked with Him
with our brother Jesus
living with us in community
being His disciples, in that space together
a cloistered community
living, praying, studying at His feet
Listening to Jesus, speaking to us all
through our brothers, our sister
sharing a piece of Him
over and over; like Mary,
we had to sit at His feet,
anoint them with oil, with nard
to stop the world’s pressures,
day to day concerns
spend time with our Savior
walking that road
with Him
October 22, 2007 9:33pm
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