The sounds of monks chanting the hours in latin
weave their way to heaven
and their answered grace lays softly
all over our small archipelago
Small islands in the desert of the surrounding seas
a haven from the World
the oasis within the oasis of hearts, waiting for the Master to return.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
The sounds of monks chanting the hours in latin
weave their way to heaven
and their answered grace lays softly
all over our small archipelago
Small islands in the desert of the surrounding seas
a haven from the World
the oasis within the oasis of hearts, waiting for the Master to return.