Retreat to Natrun
Retreat to Natrun
Along a gravel road into the desert
wavering dunes cast over vast tracts of land
covered by endless shifting sand
Up to where sit the modest hermitages
on the precipices of the wadi's edges
In seclusion, no illusion and no intrusion
a solitary life without any confusion
A foresaken place more silent than the grave
from where only the occasional bedouin does wave
A canopy of stars at night form the vault of heaven
and the only food to eat is bread unleaven
A bare spartan cell where poverty dwells there
where day and night do not compare
No conversation or fellowship to enjoy
only meditation and prayer to employ
Sounds only of a wandering wind never ceasing
reaches to the soul's need of inner cleansing
Waiting patiently for he who comes to dwell
so that without clamour his voice one can tell
Bread and little else to sustain the frame
as we wait for food from his holy name
Little to read save a prayer or more
are kept in this meagre holy store
The dark comes with the arrival of night
no vision save only an inner light
Days fuse into the four seasons
they cease to have any significance or little reason
Then at no appointed time there comes a still small voice of calm
the arrival of that celestial balm
Which makes its home in one's personal desolation
to restore the soul through divine recuperation
No sound or word is ever uttered to disturb the place
yet a message is imparted from the divine grace
Gratefully received and thanks duly given
the visitor leaves who was not even bidden
Reflection, meditation and contemplation too
are the signs that awaken in us all that is new
Then refreshed, replenished and filled with inner peace and joy
we continue as before his wisdom to explore
The demons come to torment at night
but are absent from our daily sight
Wisdom comes with the morning dew
as droplets of insights appear as new
Past struggles with the lure of evil come to nought
casting off salacious desires and sensual thought
To seek the divine presence and consolation
become the prime earthly occupation
Alone with the soul laid bare
with a stone floor and four walls to stare
Do we live in reverend anticipation
of our eternal exultation
Brian Hodgkinson
Sun 14th Feb 2021 03:12
Keith,
Natrun. You capture the bleak nature of this environment. Yes, this is the place of the Desert Fathers. I have been to desert regions like this. Wow, great writing my friend. You capture the inner and outer in a beautiful and troubling blend. Well done.
Thank You for the experience of this poem.
Brian