Thinking about the feast day of Holy Roman Emperor St Henry.
Patron saint of Benedictine oblates.
At the door of the monastery he stands down the centuries like a welcoming sentry.
Letting us in whether or not we are spiritual mates.

We are really just a pseudo monk
So are we playing at the real thing.
But is it a disgrace to fear total commitment because we are in a bit of a funk.
For in our modest way your praises we can sing.

You mayb say St Henry was neither holy nor Roman.
Can we not then try to be apprentices , holy if not religious.
We aim to be neither a high nor low man.
But to the rule we at least try not to be mendacious.

We have our little daily dip into the rule and scripture reading.
And in this monastery of the mind for a few moments each day to you we are kneeling.