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YOUNG MAN'S HEAD MCMLXXI.

And the old abbot aged

and pulled down with cancer

walked the cloister,

 

et aestu saeculi nobis,

 

even though cloistered

and of God,

 

I swept the landing

after the office of Terce

with large broom

and dustpan and brush

and there was a huge spiderweb

in a window,

 

Salve regina audi nos,

 

Dom Kenneth sorted

the altar cloths and plates

and holy cup where

the Crucified's blood is sipped,

 

and she welcomed me in

and sat me down

and unbuttoned my flies

and took out the feller,

 

the deeds you do

may be the only sermon

some persons

will hear today said Francis,

 

au travail est de prier

the French monk said

as he helped me

with the refectory

cleaning up before lunch,

 

George cast his stone

further that the rest of us

after the office of Sext

and our lunch

and sitting

on the abbey beach,

 

don't let your sins

turn into bad habits

Teresa said,

 

mine almost did back then

and with her

Yochana that is

not Teresa,

 

bell ringing

as Hugh showed us

his thin frame and arms

but the tolled bells

carried to far and wide,

 

parlare con Dio

ed egli vi ascolterà

the Italian monk told me

but my prayer life

was less than his,

 

we are twice armed

if we fight with faith

said Gareth quoting Plato

and I had only read

the Republic that far,

 

Dom Joe(dear Bunny)

said to me

God has something special

in line for you

but I never found it

least not then,  

 

πλέουν στη θάλασσα στο Θεό

a visiting Greek monk said

and Dom Charles

translated for me

but it went over

my young man's head.

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Written by
TerryCollett
78 / M
Published
Apr 16, 2016
Lines·Words
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A YOUNG MAN IN AN ABBEY HAUNTED BY A WOMAN IN 1971

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