INSIDE THE
MONASTERY OF DROLL
Driving around for miles; the deep woods
in the highlands hold my friends the monks;
little is said, lots is sung by chanting.
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Each morning, early, those candles are lit
and the prayers begin. Brother Fagin leads
the choir, while Brother Dominic tends the
hearth and altar.
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After the dawn, before the full day's light,
we dine : two eggs on a piece of toast, some
coffee or tea, and a rounded glass of milk
for those who ask.
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There are always prayer books strewn about;
an intended order, I'd believe was long ago
lost. Now it's just a holy mess, one in which
our spirits serve. The bells all ring, and we
arise, and move on.
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