A Married Monk

Untonsured, un-Ordered, yet a

monk still, sequestered in

society, my vow of silence my

marriage vows,

startling when I said them,

startling still in their

stark clarity, a thing unusual that

means something, the

terror of meaning seeping through

Matins, Lauds, Prime, Terce,

Sext, Nones, Vespers, Compline, all the

ebbs of flow of

life as it is

lived and not as it is

dreamt.

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  • Linda Munn  On October 28, 2011 at 2:15 am

    Nice imagine.

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