Seminary at 6:00a.m.
Religiously they begin the morning rite,In hooded procession, slouching past with sighs.
As glass doors close in on a dying night,
The daily devotional begins. With silent cries,
Cloistered away, they wait like bread for leaven.
Slowly, the Sun begins again its gentle rise--
The dam breaks, voices flood the foyer at seven,
Bodies spill forth, genuflecting in the light.
Doughnut crumbs sprinkle down: Manna from Heaven.
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