In the east-facing window
Slants the blue that colors my prayers
In this chapel, this box of silence.

Blue, blue, blue—
My prayers rise up to you in the blue
Which daily enchants me here.

Breath defines my space of silence,
Breath rescues mind from mazes,
Breath only opens…

Rustle of brown and grey:
The brothers come to raise more psalms
Than this which blossomed from blue—

We recite the ancient verses
Simply, side-by-side
Matching rhythms, caesuras as

The shadow-cross travels our wall
Where through the four-paned window
The unseen sun proclaims from blue.

My own blue silence rising up to you,
My own blue silence rising up to you.