As colder winds begin to bite the air, And winter hints at snow ahead somewhere, The monks press on with quiet, steady grace, Each mindful footstep marking time and place.
Through North Carolina roads they slowly tread, With Virginia’s hills still rising up ahead. Their message stays the same, both clear and strong: Peace isn’t found where comfort proves lifelong.
This walk was never meant to feel so light, It was forged to shine within the bite of night. Not driven by convenience, ease, or gain, But purpose deep enough to weather pain.
They teach us peace is practiced, not postponed, Not waiting till the path is smooth or known. It lives in choosing calm when trials appear, In steady love that overcomes the fear.
Along the road, their presence softly calls, Inviting hearts beyond imagined walls. To live with compassion, unity, and care, And carry peace wherever feet may dare.
With focused minds and hearts both firm and kind, They walk for all of us who watch behind— A living prayer in motion, strong and true, That peace begins with me… with them… with you.
Isaiah 26:3 (ESV) “You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you.”
