at the retreat house
one morning
when the mist are still there
hanging on the trees
they find the priest
dead in his room
his neck rests on the chair
as he is in prayer
he is dead and they begin
to sing the hymns
praising God and
thanking Him for his
lavish love
the nuns come later
all dressed in pure white
inside the
perfumed church
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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