I always listen to this one special song in December, and I catch a weep. Listen below, and you’ll catch some monastic wisdom.
If you’re just joining us, we are Piedmont Pine Coffins. In our death work and off-grid farmstead life here in central North Carolina, US of A, we take inspiration from monks and monasteries down through the ages. The slower pace, the self-sufficiency, the aim towards transcendance.
This winter liturgical song comes from the monks at Weston Priory, a Benedictine monastery in Vermont. These monks sing for their supper, among other ways they make a living. On our farmstead, we make coffins.
In As the night begins they are talking to their god about living together in a loving community of brothers, but I’ve always gotten chills thinking the scenario could apply to me, too. Or to you, or to anyone who dares to…well, I’ll let them sing it. It’s only seven lines and a minute plus. Lyrics below.
As the night begins
we place our lives into your hands.
New days will be dawning
that give us reason to believe.
Remain with us a faithful friend
so that our love may blossom
as we dare to live our dreams.
By the way, you can buy all these monks’ songs at the Weston Priory website. I highly recommend.
Blessings to you and your family this winter from Piedmont Pine Coffins.