Desert Mothers

Desert Mothers Solitary

Whose ship's hold's too full for sailing?

Stillness, Silence, Good works hidden

Paths converge as true hearts chime

Narrow gates admit these Mothers

No advice from Monks are needed

Pass no judgment, Ill-thoughts banished

Hum-ble be alone can save

Last breaths free

Freedom be

Near to thee, Near to thee

Storms prepare the trees to bear fruit

Stillness, Silence, Good works hidden

Paths converge as true hearts chime

Last breaths free

Freedom be

Near to thee, Near to thee