HomeAll I wanted after forty-eight hours in a North Dakota monastery—fourteen hundred miles from home—was more God. More strangely slow chantingof three-thousand-year-old psalms; more slow recitation of prayers—a slight pause after each word as if we were engaging in a call-and-response with silence itself. What’s the hurry? Brother Louie said, when we asked about the … Continue reading Home – a poem by Lisa Dordal