The Abbess said,
--each loaf has its limit--
--each fish, its own skin--
Though I am here, you there,
and the wall with its cross upon it strong between us,
Don't breath and beat sit side by side
within the same breast
wrapped in soul, keeping it?
There is God,
and there is You,
One seeming to keep me from the other
like words obscuring prayer
until I feel dizzy, and more lost than before.
I must accept what cannot be mine,
Remembering that the door without a frame
and leads nowhere.
for Real Toads. Kerry wanted a monk's tale, but femcentric me wrote about an abbess, instead.