To Close A Monastery

To close a Monastery is to shred one’s soul

Incalculable pieces that will ne’er be whole

A vocation torn and chaffed away

Blown by the Spirit to find a new way.

 

Death would be simpler and kinder still

At least that certainty would lie in God’ Will

Discernment, decisions, whoever truly can know

Why God’s precious House must be slated to go.

 

O Brooklyn Visitation, why must it be?

Where in the Scripture is found the key

to this unfathomable time of deep mystery.

So much inner life left yet why must it be?

 

No more to see our “stained-glass” Spouse

Sun shining Heart in love aflame

No more to wander these Holy Halls

Winding in prayer His name to acclaim.

 

With hearts numbed by sadness and broken with pain

With words stunned to silence and protests maimed

With children confused and parents enraged

With memories burning our minds to engage.

 

Yet Jesus is coming and Easter is near

How many times did He say “Do not fear”?

So we lean on His strength and gather our hopes

And direct in acquiescence our wills to cope.

 

Mary’s Fiat becomes our very own Yes

To a veiled mystery to which we acquiesce

May Jesus guide our futures, our love and our wills

May the silence of His Rising our troubled souls still.

 

 

 

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