Edict

How different might life have been
If love had not raised so many complications
Then, to be followed by the rules and stratagems
Tools to manage this fool’s fascinations

Right now I feel that democracy has run its course
For what sort of lover does democracy deliver
What kind of society does democracy consider
When its only financial model is capitalism

Fat cats get fatter in the survival of the fittest
No matter lean minds turn to mindfulness
And me, caught up in meditation, here in the middle
Indecisive; other than to choose, to do nothing at all

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Thinning Out

It was a sparse congregation
For Conventual Mass
Only eight in the pews
Myself included

And the large monk
Who in previous years
I thought to be unhappy
Well he was absent

I am unsure about Compline this evening
For it is in the Chapter House
An altogether uninspiring room
With an even less engaging seating plan

It makes me wonder if the monks
Are taking the opportunity
To regress from the openness of the Abbey
Into the enclosement of the Chapter House

I for one certainly hope not
For whilst I am neither a believer
Nor even a regular visitor
I am enchanted by the setting, also the acoustics

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Vision

I saw you my love
In that light on the red velvet
Above and beyond the organists silhouette

I saw your gentleness
I saw your soft skin
I wished to love you, to love you tenderly

I saw your strong will
Your irrevocable spirit; also your strong defiance
I should not always ask that you join me

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Entrance

I am struck by the light
I am struck by the silence
I am struck by the stillness

I am here already
Yet already I have a desire to be here again, soon
It seems I am finding a new kind of longing

I am struck by the light, the brightness of stone
I am struck by the silence, even of the breath
I am struck by the stillness, all here moves slowly

Would that my love could be with me
In the way of the couple sat across the way
(She leans her head into his shoulder)

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Reasoning

I am here for no purpose, other than my own
It is neither doubt, nor faith, which attracts me
Yet I am thankful, for the beauty, for the welcome

2018 will be the one hundredth anniversary
Though of what I am not sure, but significantly
A grand new organ, with trumpets, has been installed

It’s in tuning phase, for which they ask for silence
Which is fine by me, for, being tone deaf
I would be able to offer so so little assistance

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