The Monastery


Within Mosaic walls of any dimension

When time was counted with sun and stone

We pledged our life force and eternal submission

Gave every worldly possession owned


In taking vows of servitude, poverty, silence

Became whispers of what we potentially could be

Herding the masses, was the intention

Enslave each person by their own decree


Now is the time to take back our freedom

To lessen the yoke of the “powers that be”

Recant the effects of our own self submission

Realize for ourselves what was cruelly omitted ….


That, “God is alive in the embodiment of me”


Jen Ward

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