In our fast moving world where time has become a precious, rare good, where people cram as much as they can into their timetables so as to be considered important, the idea of pausing to read poetry in silence might seem unconventional and outmoded. Only few take the time to stand still and enjoy the beauty of words, the music of a gripping poem’s rhythm. Of course this is all the more true for lyrical musings and meditations that focus primarily on religious experience, mirroring the stony path to spiritual fulfilment. Fr. David Jones is one of those poets that capture the readers´ attention and invite them to share a precious moment in undisturbed tranquility
About the Author
The author, currently living as a hermit in Duleek, Co. Meath, a spot already hallowed by the Celtic Saints, was for many years completely enclosed in the silent life in France.
The urge to write was a source of tension in the French monastic setting, but was able to be harnessed within the Celtic context. What emerges in that context is a pull between two poles, that of solitude and that of communion.
It is perhaps that very tension that allows the drama of the period covered by these pages to live again in the mind and imagination of the reader. Life in the Celtic fringe, and on the monastic fringe of that fringe, is indeed A World Beyond the World.
Parkminster Revisited
And yet I would return to this fair peace
That clings unto these stones, as to my soul.
That knowing that rememb’ring doth release,
Unfooled, holds ill the stirrings of the whole.
To be, and to be nought else but to be
And, being, to be one with all that is
Were to be well, e’en if as well I see
That ’twould not be as well as to be His.
For I perceive that to be here alone
Would this time be to be all one with One
That hath with many drawings gently shown
That He gives all when all His bidding’s done,
And that a newer peace may yet be heard
When many years have listened for a word.
Please visit Fr. David’s website at: www.frdavidjones.com




