Walking the semi-dark halls of the monastery one comes across furniture and boxes yet to be moved, odds and ends of cleaning supplies and lots of silence. 

There is nary a soul to greet or hear.  Bells do chime, but there are no scurrying feet to chapel or elevator doors opening to deposit someone to begin scurrying.  There is no early morning dishwasher sloshing or phones ringing.  There is silence.

The organ is silent.  The echoes are silent.  The stairwells are silent.  Silence waiting for new growth, new life and new beginnings.

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