The Island

He sits in his cell
Many tales to tell
Copying
Translating old scriptures
Sending him into raptures
He feels guilt and must atone

Cold stone walls surround him
A solitary candle for light
He must have a new one made
As this old flame fades
A friend who has shown the way
This false light of day
Gives way to dawn
He must rest and pray

He finds his candle burns again
He feasts on bread and cheese
He is still exhausted though
He feels a warming glow
He feels guilt and must atone

He continues his work
The work of many years
He works with incredible speed now
He must complete or concede
His goal to succeed
The sweat pours down his brow
He will soon be done
His heart beats faster
The Acts will be seen by all
In a tongue they will understand
Far beyond his island

All is done
All is gone

Now to embrace the final Rapture
His soul held in eternal bliss

The Island

Andrew Price

Stoke -on-Trent, United Kingdom

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An observation as I was sitting in a museum looking at some old remains of an Abbey

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