Hermits living discalced lives
Walk slowly and silently
Within the paths of their souls
Days spent in work
Prayer and
Contemplation
Are sometimes punctuated by the brisk waters of a cool stream
That seems to apologize for its haste
The hermit smiles
Bows and gives thanks for the stream’s inspiration
He closes his eyes
Opens his heart and
Travels with the water for a short time
As he dreams of peace