Illuminated

Illuminated

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In garb drab and cold, cold room

a hand dips brush in gold

transforms the velvet vellum smooth

to story, lovely told

head bent low in candlelight

his hunger never fed

for though this scribe of God has food

to gifts of art he's led

notes not he the winters chill

as he draws vines and flowers

concentrating in such depth

his prayers are for hours

that he may stay in his small cell

and finely draw the letters 

a lifetime wrought in colors 

he notes not his lifes fetters

a hundred years, a thousand years

this monk without a name

will be adored just for his art

that honored his God's name