Welcome to our newer residents

I have been thinking about the newcomers to the Abbey
who are finding places, in the kitchen
in the quiet halls
the secret gardens
or standing at ancient lecterns reading scrolls
or dancing with the golden sprites in the morning sun
and wondered where I would be found

You will have to look upward, for I am she
who sits in a childhood cubby house
in a wicker rocking chair
an old old woman in an old old tree
watching from the garden