That monk, what was
his name? Time forgets
the name, but he would
have been of the original
ones left behind in 1922,
aged when I saw him in 68,
balding and just a greyness
of his former tonsure on his
Norman peasant head.
Lay brother of the noble kind,
humble and self-efacing,
working in gardens or woodlands,
attending the mass and offices
in silent mode in the lay-brothers' pews.
Gone know; some tidy grave
with Latin words; molehills
and the song of birds.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 4:28 PM UTC
That monk, what was
his name? Time forgets
the name, but he would
have been of the original
ones left behind in 1922,
aged when I saw him in 68,
balding and just a greyness
of his former tonsure on his
Norman peasant head.
Lay brother of the noble kind,
humble and self-efacing,
working in gardens or woodlands,
attending the mass and offices
in silent mode in the lay-brothers' pews.
Gone know; some tidy grave
with Latin words; molehills
and the song of birds.
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