The Ringing of a Bell
Bound to answer the ringing bell
From the monastery of my daily life.
Incessant ringing for everything,
Snacks, attention, injustice.
The bell quivers.
Dong. Dong.
Impatience sits heavily upon my chest,
Making it hard to breathe.
Dong. Dong.
Low whispers repeating “Lord, help me to accept the things I cannot change.”
Breathe.
Dong. Dong.
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Contemplating Ron Rolheiser’s The Domestic Monastery