The silent beauty echoed down the extended breezeway. Past the alcoves of quiet prayer, rendered in timeless beauty by the sunlight of creation. And there I stood an outsider, surrounded by this unimaginable call to soul enrichment; the sacrifice of praise in union with creation to the Creator of heaven and earth.
Overcome I too became silent. And there bearing witness with the monastery walls to a solid strength not supplied by human hands. My spirit wept!
The orchestrated cacophony of cell phones, televisions, radios and stereos gave place to the breeze turning here and there past the leaves of trees and bushes, saying; "Hush, be still." I could not speak to confirm an identity which I did not know, nor question one I could not fathom.
Therefore I bend the knee to He who said, "In quietness and confidence shall be your strength", and bow my neck to accept the yoke of my beloved's call, "Arise my fair one, and come away."