The monks sat in between
The choir stalls
Only me in the congregation
I don’t have my watch
So don’t know the time
Are the chairs placed
To form a circle
Is this a way for the monks
To protect each other
The brilliant bright morning light
Shines through
Penetrates the stain glass windows
It is magnificent
Even with my reactolite glasses
It would be good to have you beside me
To hold onto my hand
There is a natural light to this morning
Which relieves the need
For any artificial illumination
I would like to take a photograph
In the chapel, but right now we are told:
Be on your guard against false gods
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