Traveling Monastics

 

We are sojourners.

Pilgrims, journeymen, travelers.

 

Foxes have holes and birds have nests,

But we follow the Son of Man instead.

We seek his life, his heart, his truth,

For God is love and love is real.

 

We find hope in hoping,

Faith in being faithful,

And mercy in giving mercy,

For my life is no longer mine.

 

We are banner-wavers of a coming King,

A ragged traveling monastery

Living to serve,

Serving to love.

 

We attack with love.