Monastery garden stands outside of time, no place for strife or conflict
Mary’s shrine, guards the names of loved ones, looking heavenward in her ramshackled glade
Moths and butterflies keep an eye on this season’s crop, the sound of small voices rallying to save limestone grass, these should be the battles that last
Sun casts his lonely eye to Moon, who gives her sad reply. “Everything is fragile if only they’d see.”
Copyright John de Gruyther 2019
The World Outside the Window 
So much beauty!
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