Aging, Weston Priory – a poem by Wayne-Daniel Berard

Aging, Weston Priory

Who will last longer,
me or this place?
It feels like an old
marriage. We say
to each other, “Don’t
be hurt, but I hope
I go first.” In its
heyday, this hill
Vatican II Woodstock
every Sunday. I never
came then, youthfully
declaiming “if everyone
likes it, there must be
something wrong” forty
years and a conversion
later, hineni
here I am, three
times a year the
brothers grey without
replacement like
an old marriage I
say, “who will refuge
me when you are
gone?” Still
I don’t want
to go first
of all that’s wrong.


Wayne-Daniel Berard teaches English and Humanities at Nichols College in Dudley, MA. Wayne-Daniel is a Peace Chaplain, an interfaith clergy person, and a member of B’nai Or of Boston. He has published widely in both poetry and prose, and is the co-founding editor of Soul-Lit, an online journal of spiritual poetry. His latest chapbook is Christine Day, Love Poems. He lives in Mansfield, MA with his wife, The Lovely Christine

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