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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