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The 5 am dark and the tall thin monk tolled the cloister bell for Matins, I clambered from bed and stared into the dark gathering my thoughts like scattered sheep, l'Agnello riscatta le pecore, I washed then after morning prayers dressed ready to attend Matins and opened the shutters to let in the dawning light, venez allons dans la maison de Dieu, I entered the church dipped my fingers in the stoup crossed myself then took my place in choir, abra meus lábios e minha boca proclamará o seu louvor, the monks gathered in choir and the chanting began and I followed the text in Latin and chanted the words in my tenor voice, canta una nueva canción para el Señor, after Matins I went to the refectory for breakfast a slice of bread and butter and coffee from the large urn, l'homme ne vivra pas de pain seul, I ate and drank then walked back to my cell to prepare for Lauds, preparare una via per il Signore, having tidied the cell I sat and mused on the Bible reading earlier that morning and watched the sunshine dawning.
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Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC
5am Dawn 1971
The 5 am dark and the tall thin monk tolled the cloister bell for Matins, I clambered from bed and stared into the dark gathering my thoughts like scattered sheep, l'Agnello riscatta le pecore, I washed then after morning prayers dressed ready to attend Matins and opened the shutters to let in the dawning light, venez allons dans la maison de Dieu, I entered the church dipped my fingers in the stoup crossed myself then took my place in choir, abra meus lábios e minha boca proclamará o seu louvor, the monks gathered in choir and the chanting began and I followed the text in Latin and chanted the words in my tenor voice, canta una nueva canción para el Señor, after Matins I went to the refectory for breakfast a slice of bread and butter and coffee from the large urn, l'homme ne vivra pas de pain seul, I ate and drank then walked back to my cell to prepare for Lauds, preparare una via per il Signore, having tidied the cell I sat and mused on the Bible reading earlier that morning and watched the sunshine dawning.
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Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC
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