In this season
in which we’re called to gratitude.
Surrounded by a community
of care and engagement.
Recalling our ancestors
and looking to the future.
Walking the path of healing
for ourselves and each other.
Some words from the desert
Songs from those ancestors
of all who search.
The question
put to Abba Poemen
by a pilgrim.
It is the question
we all know.
Sir
I know sadness.
I know the hurt of ages.
Please put my heart at ease.
With care and concern
for all beings
the saint sang to the wanderer.
And sings to us.
If you would know joy
Never despise anybody
Never condemn anybody
Never speak evil of anyone.
And you will find joy.
And you will find joy.
And now with that advice
echoing in our hearts
a time to pause.
A time to throw
our hearts into the
great silence.
To reflect, to meditate,
to consider our way.
Dear friends,
let us pray.