This chapel, this box of silence
Wakes to the rhythms of praise.
This place where prayer-pilgrims
Pause, murmur. Into day’s dawn,
Under the window holding blue,
Voices in brown stanzas raise
Sacred poems in a sacred circle.
Then the Word in words is drawn
From the world into this room
With the now-risen sun’s rays
Marking the wall through crossed-
Panes, the cross on the wall beyond.
Intent on bread and wine, faith-
Transformed, the brothers gaze
Fixes, ‘til—that hold released—
Laughter breaks them free upon
The grasp of common peace.