|Abbey of Gethsemani, Kentucky|
Or dancing across the cosmic fields of darkness,
The sun climbed the distant hill, staff in hand,
And peeked around an ancient boulder, toward us.
Grieving yesterday's mayhem, but resolute,
She pulled herself atop that uneven stone
And sang the morning's song, bright beams of light,
Across the walls of nurseries, chapels and alleys hidden.
Let us rise, she sings to us now, to timid hearts and bold.
Let us climb the hill, follow the river up to its source.
Let us see all that is yet to be, the radiance of hours,
And then these many walls will tumble in ecstasy and love.