Making A Nest

by Melodius Monk  

I see a bird with a long thin marsh-reed trailing from its beak. The reed is four, five, maybe six times longer than her. One little wispy strand on an overly sunny winter day. It may snow and blow after dinner, but that doesn’t matter now. She  continues on, little piece by little piece, building a home. A home full of future hopes, of healing and safety – a home to welcome something new, something strong, something resurrected. She sings while working, sings generously, even when the answers don’t come, even when the goal is still far off. I’m reminded to to do the same. 

Hope is the thing with feathers 
That perches in the soul,  
And sings the tune without the words,  
And never stops at all,  

And sweetest in the gale is heard;          
And sore must be the storm 
That could abash the little bird 
That kept so many warm.  

I've heard it in the chillest land,  
And on the strangest sea;         
Yet, never, in extremity,  
It asked a crumb of me.

                     -Poem by Emily Dickinson

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About Melodius Monk

I'm 30 years old, and I grew up at the Community of Jesus. My parents moved from Ohio to live at the Community two years before I was born, so with the exception of a few years at college, I’ve lived in the Community my whole life. I became a Novice Brother in 2003, and made my profession as a brother in 2005. Currently I have a pretty varied life as a brother. In addition to daily responsibilities in our liturgies, I cook, sing, play trumpet, and am responsible for various cleaning and maintenance needs in the church building (my favorite jobs is changing the light bulbs at 45 feet!) I also arrange transportation for brothers to various appointments, work on repairing musical instruments, clean the barn, give tours of the church, make the weekly food menu for the Friary, and help out with various other needs as they arise around the Community. Growing up, I was not particularly interested in the religious life, but I met Jesus at an inter-varsity fellowship meeting my second year in college, and that re-directed my life drastically. I feel very fortunate to have found my life’s calling, and the hope for more wholeness is what keeps me on my monastic journey on difficult days.

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