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Sundown at the Abbey
by
Donal Mahoney

After a day in the fields
plowing and sowing,
the old monks see
sundown is near so
they put away tools,
clean up for supper.

It's soup and bread
torn from a loaf,
chunks of good cheese,
a rainbow of bright
fruit from the orchard,
coffee as black as tar.

There are 20 monks left,
slow and ailing, a drop
from a hundred or so
a few decades ago.
The harvest is small,
their lives still simple.

They work in the fields
and pray in the chapel.
But birds in the air
sometimes hear prayer
rise from the fields
and soar past them.

--Submitted by Donal Mahoney on 2014-10-01.

rhonasheridan:
I especially liked the second verse. I could smell that cheese and coffee. The next verse took the atmosphere away a little. Why? I honestly don't know - but it did.
Posted 10/20/2014 01:11 AM

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