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The Monastery

The monastery of Evette, built high

on a rocky outcrop beside the village of Lorraine

The village folk would take food baskets

Leaving them close by each morning

One monk was put in the basket and lowered

then hauled back up with food gathered.

It had been this way for many years

The monks would pray for the villagers

According to the messages laid in with the food.

After five days of the food laying untouched.

The villagers stood, calling for the basket

with no way to reach the monks

The villagers knelt, prayed, feeling lost

With no one to pray for them

An hour passed, with no monk to be seen.

The youngest, strongest of the villagers

Decided to pull himself up

To look for the monks.

What he found would stay with him

Lowering the basket for the villager elder

Hauling him up to a sight never seen.

The twelve original monks sat in a circle

The bodies perfectly preserved

The village became a place of pilgrimage

Food was often left at the foot of the mountain

This vanished each day, as it has always been

The villagers believe their prayers are still answered…

©anitadawes 2020

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5 responses to “The Monastery… #Poetry”

  1. Wow!

    1. Thank you, Jennie…

      1. You’re welcome, Jaye.

    1. I love a wow… Thanks, Penny…

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