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I touched the wooden choir stall as I entered the abbey church felt the smoothness, tactus Dei, Dom Joe walked me to the sacristy and said help Dom Charles he will show you what he wants doing and remember it is God's work you do, habitavitque in domo Dei, George was hoovering the cloister getting into the corners with a dedicated skill, always do the smallest right and do it for love Therese said Faire le plus petit droit et le faire pour l'amour, I did it because I was asked and even when Dom Charles was so finicky I did it, kiss this she said he will not do so so I did, the abbey bells rang while I walked back to the abbey from the gardens carrying the apples, prunelle de mes yeux the girl in Paris had said that time but was I? le monde est ton vaisseau et non ton foyer Therese said so I read a ship not a home this world, Gareth cleaned out the latrines on all floors beginning is the most important part of work he said quoting Plato but he in the Greek, she knelt on the bed and said take me take me so I did so quite slow, en silence Dieu nous parle the French monk said as we stood in the cloister garth sipping afternoon tea, I smelt incense as I waited for the office of None to begin and watched the birds dive into the cloister garth for the bread thrown down by the old monk, feel Him there Dom James said speaking of God's being, I looked at the moon and lost Him for all my seeing.
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Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 4:01 AM UTC
ALL MY SEEING MCMLXXI
I touched the wooden choir stall as I entered the abbey church felt the smoothness, tactus Dei, Dom Joe walked me to the sacristy and said help Dom Charles he will show you what he wants doing and remember it is God's work you do, habitavitque in domo Dei, George was hoovering the cloister getting into the corners with a dedicated skill, always do the smallest right and do it for love Therese said Faire le plus petit droit et le faire pour l'amour, I did it because I was asked and even when Dom Charles was so finicky I did it, kiss this she said he will not do so so I did, the abbey bells rang while I walked back to the abbey from the gardens carrying the apples, prunelle de mes yeux the girl in Paris had said that time but was I? le monde est ton vaisseau et non ton foyer Therese said so I read a ship not a home this world, Gareth cleaned out the latrines on all floors beginning is the most important part of work he said quoting Plato but he in the Greek, she knelt on the bed and said take me take me so I did so quite slow, en silence Dieu nous parle the French monk said as we stood in the cloister garth sipping afternoon tea, I smelt incense as I waited for the office of None to begin and watched the birds dive into the cloister garth for the bread thrown down by the old monk, feel Him there Dom James said speaking of God's being, I looked at the moon and lost Him for all my seeing.
A YOUTH IN AN ABBEY HAUNTED BY A WOMAN
TerryCollett
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Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 4:01 AM UTC
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