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the boy,the padre and the abbess

The boy, the padre and the abbess.

The padre hung in the bell fry the boy didnít know
at the time, the padre was his father; this once proud man
reduced to a pathetic shadow of himself.
The old woman, he didnít call her mother, told him before
she died of a tragic love story.
When the abbess was young, she was swiftly sent away
when returning, she was pale and drawn and spent her life
in prayers and meditation, asking Godís forgiveness.
She had sinned, but the truth had to be a hidden mystery.
With the help of her God, her sin was seen as an apparition
A dream she once had.
For the padre who had lost his faith, it was cumbersome
he was a man of flesh and blood and with nothing
to hold on to took, drank, sitting in his sacristy drinking
late in the night towards dawn.
He used to go and watch the boy play in the garden
and thought of taking the boy away drive to another
town get a job; looking at his white hands, asked
who wants to employ a former priest, and anyway
he lacked the strength of resolve.
He stopped walking past where the boy lived
the old woman stopped him, thought people might
see and draw the wrong conclusion.
When the boy knew this, he was 19 years old with
a dead father and a mother hid in the holy
spirit of the catholic faith, he sold the old womanís
house, left the town to seek the meaning of his life.
oskar
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