It was evening; skies had darkened
to that blackened blue.
You entered the common room
where I sat, and said the abbot said
I could come the following September
along with two others, to try our
vocations in the abbey.
Twenty four years later
I saw you last: you aged,
having cancer, but still your
cheerful holy self; I now married
with six children of my own
as my vocation, pained
to see you aged and ill.
You said nothing of yourself,
but asked of the family
and wife and how I was
in self and spirit.
I never saw you again;
you died months before
I came again; dark afternoon
with hints of rain.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC
It was evening; skies had darkened
to that blackened blue.
You entered the common room
where I sat, and said the abbot said
I could come the following September
along with two others, to try our
vocations in the abbey.
Twenty four years later
I saw you last: you aged,
having cancer, but still your
cheerful holy self; I now married
with six children of my own
as my vocation, pained
to see you aged and ill.
You said nothing of yourself,
but asked of the family
and wife and how I was
in self and spirit.
I never saw you again;
you died months before
I came again; dark afternoon
with hints of rain.
