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.