Well, I Think I’m Ready

When I told him I was ready to take the vow, Brother Xavier’s kind face wore a look of concern.

“I’ve been here for a month now, Brother,” I said. It felt strange to talk, “During this time I have spoken twice. When I arrived, and now.”

He smiled.

“I believe I understand it now. The vow of silence especially.”

His soft eyes continued to gaze into mine.

“I see the silence draws us together. A community of solitude. We are alone with God, yet together.”

He smiled, got up.

“Talking seems silly now,” I said as he walked away.


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  1. rochellewisoff

    Dear J Hardy

    I can think of a few I wish would take that vow. I like the feel of this piece. Br. Xavier isn’t much of a conversationalist, is he? ;) Well written as always.



  2. Iain Kelly

    Were these the last words he ever spoke I wonder? Apt if they were. Definitely something to be said for many people to talk less and contemplate more. Nice take.

  3. michael1148humphris

    So hard to imaging, in fact I can’t imaging never talking. Your story made me question myself, well done.

  4. swarmsandbee

    I had two responses to this. Initially I found it quite comforting that he had found peace in silence. Then my cynical edge wondered if Brother Xavier was judging him to be inadequate or unready as he had spoken. That’s kind of annoyed me now (not the writing :) )

  5. Michael Wynn

    There is a nice austerity and severity in this, apt for the setting. I don’t think Xavier is convinced that a month is long enough or that he really does understand yet.

  6. Siobhan McNamara

    An interesting exploration of an idea that seems so alien to most of us yet is a life choice for others. Language and communication are about so much more than chatter. Very nicely done

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