As he passed the monastery
Gates of stone—so grim and scary
Their glistening faces that meant him no harm
"We welcome thee, brother – with open arms!"
"We've readied a chamber, just for thee
We've heard and admired thy sanctity"
But the sentiment was bare
He saw past their mirage
To the lies lain hidden there
Arching windows and spires of stone
Winding hallways with walls like bone
Their habits were tightened from stomachs rotund
Blasphemed in a manner that left the man stunned
"Worry not, brother, if you crave a bit more
If you'd like we could summon a harlot or whore"
And their sentiment was bare
He saw past their mirage
To the lies lain hidden there
Benedict retreated on his own
The sins of man the Beast had sown
What a façade they kept, this abbey of snakes
His stomach turned knots at their faith – oh so fake
His room was disheveled, his things in a sprawl
Then he turned his head slow to the cross on the wall
Though their sentiment was bare
He knew he had a chance
For the crucifix was there
For all these souls, I beg thy blessing:
Our Father who art in heaven...
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Benedict
SpiritualThe founder of the Benedictine order was a figure shrouded in shadow and wildly woven stories that seem surreal.
