II. Prayer of request and confession So much strife, the world encroaches and wearies with wearing. Stains. Run on with life’s light; I seek this lightness of being that darkness and death not overtake me. The uncommon call, hear his voice-- do not harden your heart. Mercy that gives and opens, says receive these words, so offered. Learn the fear of the Lord in everyday living-- even a moment in time. Day star Benedict, man of God speaking across centuries in holy words: For a man or woman in days journey; arise my soul and spirit to join this way. III. Place of retreat begins its work Quiet sounds of the house reflect the Spirit resting upon this place: The birds talk of here, hear them outside. Yet the quiet envelopes with support sinking to the bone. Peaceful quiet, peaceful sounds. Drench me arena, a sanctuary amid urban sounds: jet overhead, passing car all these present yet distant. The tension of retreat: subtle, strong, weak, resilient. I rest, await renewal again. IV. Seeking the Lord There is quiet, no hard sound-- strong silence of solitude and work. This earthly strength reveals heaven. Christ’s spirit rests on this place. V. Waiting on the Spirit Inner life jangles, twitches, aware of soothing Spirit. Waiting. Grace that underlines living. Ask for waters that spring from abundance. Quenches. (CAPTION) Icon of St. Benedict.“If we wish to dwell in the tent of this kingdom, we will never arrive unless we run there by doing good deeds. But let us ask the Lord with the Prophet: ‘Who will dwell in your tent, O Lord; who will find rest upon your holy mountain?’ (Ps 14[15]:1. After this question, brothers, let us listen well to what the Lord says in reply, for he shows you tghe way to his tent.” Proloue, The Rule of St. Benedict.