DEEPER THINGS.A Poem by Terry CollettMONKS AND A NOVICE IN AN ABBEY IN 1971The monk raises the host during Mass, high between fingers and thumbs, head and eyes look up, the Body of Christ, he tones. I watch the old monk eat; his jaw moving in a semi circle as he ate, his eyes down on his plate, an old French soup spoon half way from bowl to lips. I remember her hands sorting through my garments for the fellow, her eyes intent, her fingers nimble as an artisan's. A French peasant monk peels potatoes in the kitchen with the seriousness of Van Gogh in a darker mood, thinking of deeper things than wine or food. © 2015 Terry CollettReviews
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StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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