My Digital Art - The Monk

The Monk in the Monastery

Beneath the arch of heaven’s dome,
Within the monastery’s stone-bound home,
A monk retreats from worldly wiles,
To walk in silence sacred miles.

The dawn unveils a golden hue,
As prayer ascends with morning dew.
His hands are worn, his robes are plain,
Yet joy within him bears no chain.

The garden blooms, a quiet grace,
Each petal whispers time's embrace.
With every step, his heart aligns,
To ancient hymns and sacred signs.

By candle’s glow, in twilight’s air,
He bends his knees, immersed in prayer.
The stars bear witness, distant, bright,
To vows of faith in shadowed night.

A life of stillness, yet profound,
Where echoes of the divine resound.
In solitude, his soul takes flight,
A beacon in the endless night.

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