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The priest suggested I read Gerard Hopkins' poems so I took a copy to the abbey, verbum Dei, inside and out in books in souls God speaks, what I know of the divine science and holy scripture I learnt in the woods and fields Bernard said, hold me closer she said I want to feel you enter, I mowed the grass by the church wall and Dom Robert said none do it like you, Hugh brought the meals into the refectory on the trolley his thin lips showed no joy, Dieu est ici the French monk said touching his chest with a tap of his hand, viviamo per amare the Italian monk said as we walked from church to the garth for afternoon tea, she lay beside me her hand touching my pecker with skill, charity must not remain shut up in the depths of the heart said Therese, faith is an act of will clinging to God no matter how we feel Bruno said, the abbey bell tolled echoing along the cloister as I walked to my room, love is the joy of the good and the wonder of the wise said Gareth quoting Plato, I closed my eyes hoping an extra prayer would help me grow.
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
HELP ME GROW MCMLXXI.
The priest suggested I read Gerard Hopkins' poems so I took a copy to the abbey, verbum Dei, inside and out in books in souls God speaks, what I know of the divine science and holy scripture I learnt in the woods and fields Bernard said, hold me closer she said I want to feel you enter, I mowed the grass by the church wall and Dom Robert said none do it like you, Hugh brought the meals into the refectory on the trolley his thin lips showed no joy, Dieu est ici the French monk said touching his chest with a tap of his hand, viviamo per amare the Italian monk said as we walked from church to the garth for afternoon tea, she lay beside me her hand touching my pecker with skill, charity must not remain shut up in the depths of the heart said Therese, faith is an act of will clinging to God no matter how we feel Bruno said, the abbey bell tolled echoing along the cloister as I walked to my room, love is the joy of the good and the wonder of the wise said Gareth quoting Plato, I closed my eyes hoping an extra prayer would help me grow.
A YOUTH IN AN ABBEY IN 1971 HAUNTED BY A WOMAN
TerryCollett
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
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