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One in nature but three distinct persons Dom Charles said of the Trinity of God I watched him as he showed me how to pluck apples from the trees in the abbey orchard, fiducia in Deum He will always be with you Dom James said I listened as he spoke sunlight pierced the coloured glass of the high window, Hugh spoke of the chairs he made for the guest's common room carpenter by trade but now a monk in training, bell pulled in the cloister by the tall thin monk for Vespers we lined up on either side of the cloisters against the walls orange bricks, nam *** ego infirmi essemus secundum quod est tunc fortis sum said St Paul when he was weak then he was strong or such I mused, the Crucified on the crucifix on the wall above my bed head to one side arms stretched hands pierced, un ami de tous n'est pas un ami pour personne Gareth said quoting Aristotle as we walked through woods of the abbey towards the shoreline, I tolled the bell for Terce George beside me tolling his bell novices at work at least for awhile his dark eyes and that warm smile.
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May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 6:23 AM UTC
ONE IN NATURE MCMLXXI.
One in nature but three distinct persons Dom Charles said of the Trinity of God I watched him as he showed me how to pluck apples from the trees in the abbey orchard, fiducia in Deum He will always be with you Dom James said I listened as he spoke sunlight pierced the coloured glass of the high window, Hugh spoke of the chairs he made for the guest's common room carpenter by trade but now a monk in training, bell pulled in the cloister by the tall thin monk for Vespers we lined up on either side of the cloisters against the walls orange bricks, nam *** ego infirmi essemus secundum quod est tunc fortis sum said St Paul when he was weak then he was strong or such I mused, the Crucified on the crucifix on the wall above my bed head to one side arms stretched hands pierced, un ami de tous n'est pas un ami pour personne Gareth said quoting Aristotle as we walked through woods of the abbey towards the shoreline, I tolled the bell for Terce George beside me tolling his bell novices at work at least for awhile his dark eyes and that warm smile.
MONKS IN AN ABBEY IN 1971.
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May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 6:23 AM UTC
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