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May 2014
The tall
young monk
by the bell rope,

in the cloister,
by the refectory door,
off to Rome

the following day.
I tolled the bell
for Angelus,

rope between hands,
words between lips.
The peasant monk,

fading tonsure,
swept the cloister,
black habit dusty,

humble,
soft prayer,
inaudible mumble.
A NOVICE MONK IN AN ABBEY IN 1971.
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)   
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