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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=414545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Secret Dreams</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=414545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The abbot is a saintly man.<br> He praises me because I can<br> transcribe and illustrate the word.<br>So that the gospel may be heard</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=414545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> by other men on other lands, <br>He says that God has blessed my hands.<br> Although my frame is poor and weak<br> and that my talent is unique.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=414545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>The holy books that I produce.<br>A bishop would be proud to use<br>From other duties I am free<br> save for my calligraphy.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=414545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But still pray to God each nigh<br> to heal my body set me right.<br>Because I would much rather be<br> outside and work laboriously.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=414545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But I must do as He commands<br>The abbot says he understands.<br>How very hard it is for me<br> to write of things I’ll never see.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=414545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Each man must serve as best<br> he can as soldier priest or husbandman.<br>To everyman God gave a skill <br>his part of Gods plan to fulfil.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=414545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We are all where we’re meant to be<br> and must accept this patiently.<br>I trust the Abbot he is wise<br>It’s not for us to criticise.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=414545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Where we are placed in the great scheme.<br>but still I am allowed to dream <br>and in my dreams I’m tall and strong<br> I need no crutch to get along.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=414545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">but dreams are not reality.<br>I am not as I’d like to be.<br>So I will do the best I can.<br>As God expects from any man.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=414545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Although I sometimes wonder why<br>I must suffer from such frailty.<br>It is the cross I have to bear.<br>My faith in God I can declare</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=414545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">by copying his Holy Word<br> I wield my quill pen like a sword.<br> I am to frail and weak to fight<br> but I have strength and skill to write.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=414545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I transcribe and I illustrate<br> the word of God in copperplate, <br>in coloured inks of different hues.<br> My given task I can’t refuse.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=414545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The abbot says he can rely<br> upon my skill and my trained eye.<br> To train the younger monks to do<br> the work the way I’ve taught them to.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=414545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The time will come when I can’t see.<br> when old age catches up with me.<br>The copying will still go on <br> long after I am dead and gone.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=414545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then I shall reap as I have sown.<br>My secret dreams to God are known.<br>I do not think he will condemn<br> my wish to be like other men.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=414545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">28-Sep-07</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a></strong></div>