He pushed an old wooden
wheelbarrow, the monk who
passed me by on the path
to the woods. On the way,
I stopped at the monk's
cemetery on the right. Huge
stone tombstones marked
out in Latin who they had
been in the monastic life
and when they died. I had
known none of them, but
God did in His timeless zone.
There was a feeling of peace
there; no rush or clamour
for recognition or status
other than that beyond the
world to give. I stood in silence
reading the names. Birds
sang or called to each other
from nearby trees. Sunlight
shone down like a blessed kiss.
I moved on towards the wood
and passed on through to
the private beach and stood
and stared at the sea. I pushed
away thoughts of Sophia lying
on Mr H's bed trying to ******
her eyes blue, her blouse loose.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 3:56 AM UTC
He pushed an old wooden
wheelbarrow, the monk who
passed me by on the path
to the woods. On the way,
I stopped at the monk's
cemetery on the right. Huge
stone tombstones marked
out in Latin who they had
been in the monastic life
and when they died. I had
known none of them, but
God did in His timeless zone.
There was a feeling of peace
there; no rush or clamour
for recognition or status
other than that beyond the
world to give. I stood in silence
reading the names. Birds
sang or called to each other
from nearby trees. Sunlight
shone down like a blessed kiss.
I moved on towards the wood
and passed on through to
the private beach and stood
and stared at the sea. I pushed
away thoughts of Sophia lying
on Mr H's bed trying to ******
her eyes blue, her blouse loose.
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