Written after a visit to nuns of a small Benedictine house near Chester UK:       

Afternoon stillness

Cool running water

in the secluded garden

disturbs the silence

but focuses the attention.

The stealth of a passing

long-haired, ginger cat

walks the afternoon stillness.

Wordless fall of water sprayed

on rounded stones, sparkling

air-bubbled movement

across a planted pond,

refuge place,

an open portal for thought,

for quiet reflection,

for time alone, transfiguration.

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