Br. Mark 
Writings of Br. Mark Dohle, OCSO, a monk of Holy Spirit Monastery in Conyers Georgia. Br. Mark is formerly Prior and is currently guestmaster for the Monastery, His writings relate to those he works with in his ministry, particularly the elderly and dying.
Questions
I would suppose you could say that I have a built in mistrust of emotions, not of feelings since they can be rational, making judgments, on how things simply feel to the one experiencing them. Emotions on the other hand or a different matter all together, at least for me they seem to be; like… Read More ›
Corentine
His name was unusual and it fit him very well, since he was a very unique man, who when I first saw him made me a little uneasy. He had gentleness to him, Also an odd way of acting that put me off at first, in fact I can’t say I ever really warmed up… Read More ›
In awe
She called me early in the morning, asking if we could talk, she is a very good friend, so I had no problem setting a time; I arrived on time, we got coffee, sat down, and she began to speak. She has a very good friend, a generation older, a very good man, they are close, both friends,… Read More ›
Chagrin
Oh beloved Lord how hidden you are, yet in you we have our being; the breath we take the air breathed in, is your gift We are surrounded by beauty Lord, nature can be intoxicating; color, the sound of wind, warmth given us by the sun, and yes dark clouds with its storms giving relief… Read More ›
The in-between
The place is very crowded, People here for many different reasons, Some seem happy talking laughing, over their lunches and coffee. Some pretending everything is ok, Yet underneath knowing that soon, Well just soon………. Best not to speak of it, Just enjoy this day. Though it is strange Being in the in-between, Neither here nor… Read More ›
Out cast
At times I get weary about who and what I am, what we are as a species, how we need to struggle to just be rational, yet often controlled by our deep sub-conscious, lip surface to a path chosen, yet in reality often possibly forced by inner forces to act otherwise, yet the will remains… Read More ›
The fourth day
What does it mean the fourth day? Simply put, it is the rest of your life, a metaphor of how each day, hour, moment, is a new beginning for you. Some here are fired up, others perhaps feel nothing, some anxious worried if they can follow through, each unique in how they respond, grow, to… Read More ›
Truth
Whatever comes into my mind is not true. I accept that reality, however, below rationality the opposite is shown to be the truth in this matter, there is a region that is really in control, the emotional, feelings, that make objective thought difficult, perhaps impossible, who after all is objective? It is a struggle to… Read More ›
What is it called
A weapon once made must be baptized in blood, human, or perhaps animal, it matters not for weapons are made for killing, both for protection and for sport, humans being hunted is a form of entertainment for many, our news presents it to us every night, with beautiful men and women giving us the scoop,… Read More ›
Too soon
When young and healthy the world is ours, our bodies sleek, or if not at least strong, if not that, we still have years to look forward to, death something far off not to be thought off. Yet the years speed by and soon, too soon, we find ourselves among the middle aged or the… Read More ›