Monastics like me…

Monastics like me read.
Papers and books,
“Joyce” and “Faulkner” and “Shakespeare”,
Men and Women and Others,
Landscapes and faces and communities.
Monastics like me read.
Monastics like me learn.
From each other and for each other,
Via books and friendships and blogs,
Via nature and experience and failure,
From our parents and our friends and our enemies.
Monastics like me learn.
Monastics like me feel.
A better way is coming,
That can be found through Christ,
That will be found in community,
That unity brings to taste.
Monastics like me feel.
Monastics like me create.
Songs and blogs and images,
Because its what we are,
Because its how we live,
Because it reminds us we are alive.
Monastics like me create.
Monastics like me live.
With normal people,
In normal jobs,
With an abnormal pace,
In an transnormal environment.
Monastics like me live.
Monastics like me care.
Care for others.
Care for enemies.
Care for creation.
Care for ourselves.
Monastics like me care.
Monastics like me fear.
That the “life well-lived” is a lie.
That people in need are rarely heard.
That people with plenty are shallow.
That we can not be loved.
Monastics like me fear.
Monastics like me give.
Give our hearts,
Give our money,
Give back,
Give God.
Monastics like me give.
Monastics like me love.
Love God,
Love Art,
Love Creation,
Love Dreaming.
Monastics like me love.
Monastics like me read, learn, feel, create, live, care, fear, and love; not as ones who have the mere-luxury to do them, but as ones who hope in our doing of them, the world is different for all.
That through Christ, and community, and friendship, and laughter, and art, and dreaming, and loving, and living, and being, and giving, normal things become exceptional things…and exceptional things give way to tangible grace that is with all, for all, and true.