they know that they are safe, living in the shadow of the mighty mountains, and the monastery They don't need to scramble, or be aggressive, or fight for their place in the sun.
There's a prayer that I'd like to share here:
Teach me the faith of the mountains
Serene and sublime,
The deep-rooted joy of just living
One day at a time,
Leaving the petty-possessions
The valley-folk buy,
For the glory of windswept spaces
Where earth meets the sky.
Teach me the faith of the mountains
Their strength to endure,
The breadth and the depth of their vision
Unswerving and sure,
Counting the dawn and the starlight
As parts o fone whole
Wrought by the Spirit Eternal,
Within His control.
---Anon