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.”
“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.