Poems containing the memories, reflections, and whimsy of a monk long practiced in the stark details of the monastic life open up the interior world of the monks and give insight into its importance. The religious habit, the hood, and the scapular are viewed from within by one who moves about in a habit and makes sense of it in some individual and unpredictable ways.
Paul Quenon's poetry is informed by his everydayness as a Trappist monk at the Abbey of Gethsemani in Kentucky. This is the same order in which Thomas Merton was a monk. I found the monastic voice resounds with everyday splendor as well as spiritual truths for us all. Monks-wear or Monk-swear.... You decide.