The Life of a Cenobite

 

I was called to the monastic life

to a place of meditation and contemplation

The way out of this mortal coil to true inner freedom

Far from the material and into the spiritual realm

I had no one to counsel my wandering soul

lost, I became caught up in youthful desires

I had conciously waylaid myself

The world about me I began to discover anew

my vocation was held in abeyance

 I yearned for solitude but it was beyond my reach

I became trapped in a net of worldly distractions

I yielded to it as if no other alternative existed

but I knew it did despite my temporary blindness

But in my heart I was being tugged gently and relentlessly forward

still I resisted the call, the need for which I had longed and hoped

from those early years of an incipient vocation

Until it was too late

I had crossed the rubicon of life

the twilight years had arrived

My heart was filled with deep regret

too late cried my soul, too late indeed