A Monk’s Song

Rassophore Monk Nicholas

O childlike innocence sublime!
    Every day towards you I climb.
Where winds and leaves and clouds and birds
    sing divine melodies in gentle words.

Is it possible to find you yet?
    Or am I stuck forever in this net
of thoughts and fears and worries strange
    which ever try my peace to change?

I do believe you’re close at hand
    and God is leading me to you.
That on humility’s foundation I may stand
    and see only what is good and pure and true.