
This memoir recounts the author's experiences living with a monk who has retired from his monastic duties to tend a garden. The narrative explores themes of spirituality, solitude, and the human condition through the monk's interactions with nature and the world around him.
By Helen Hay Whitney · First published 1940 · Genre: Poetry, Religious, Mystical · 155 words
The air is heavy with a mist of spice, Vervain and agrimony, clove and rue, Have I not paid, have I not paid the price? How shall these tempters torture me anew?
I close my eyes and dream the incense drifts Over the monstrance, and the acolyte Swings the gold censer. Then the vision lifts: I know the poisonous joys I have to fight.
Day with its flowers and yellow butterflies, Holds for my heart no pain, the wind is free That blows upon my garden from far skies, Yet may I hold it in white chastity.
But night! -- and the still air! -- Ah, God above, Have I the strength to wage thy war anew? Blot out my senses or I die for love, -- Vervain and agrimony, clove and rue!
The Monk in his Garden is listed on Textopian as a poem by Helen Hay Whitney, dated 1940 CE.
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memoir · autobiography · spirituality · religion · monasticism · gardening · nature · self-discovery · personal growth · inspiration · meditation · contemplation