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Spirit of service
In perfect simplicity
Living within light
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The hermit’s cave stands open to the winds, no more than a covered space, sheltered by stone and yew. A spring, a rocky shelf for a bed… no monastic cell demands such drastic poverty. Yet, for the hermit who tended the Portway and its transient population, this was both home and chapel. Seven hundred years have passed since he carved his faith from the stone, making a symbol of suffering into a living tree. Perhaps that was his answer…to live his faith.
The rough shelter is as beautiful as any cathedral. Standing where he stood, cold winds and the creaking of empty boughs erase the centuries.
Haibun for Colleen’s poetry challenge
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Very nice, Sue. I seem to remember reading about this cave but I’ll go over and check if it is the same one.
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I’ve written about it on a few occasions… it is a rather special place, but not the easiest to find.
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MAGIC WORDS SUE, SO SIMPLE AND YET SO INTRICATE
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Thnaks, China.
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Reblogged this on LIVING THE DREAM.
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Thank you for sharing, China.
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A lovely haibun to tell a fascinating tale. Well done, Sue. 💕🤗💕
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Thank you, Michelle. It is a very peaceful spot. ❤
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Fabulous looking place, Sue.
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It is, Alli..and surrounded by history.
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