Lemurian Abbey Song

Beautiful Francis alone on a hill
He heard the call to build
He worked alone in the winter chill
A pledge that must be fulfilled

Barefoot in the snow
He worked his fingers to the bone
The spirit dream must grow . . .
He bent to pile the stone

Sister Sun, My Sister Moon
You build with words not stone
Get me a cell and a line to the muse
You shall not build alone


©Edwina Peterson Cross