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# Friday
- URL: https://thedailyeudemon.com/27499/
- Published: 2013-03-15T06:55:55.000Z
- Updated: 2013-03-15T06:55:55.000Z
- Author: Eric Scheske
- Tags: Miscellaneous, #wpChunk

![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/ea/fd/eafdb338-c9b6-4f87-8363-78ab94cc3a18/content/images/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Monks-Delivering-Beer-224x300.jpg "Monks Delivering Beer")

BYCU

During the conclave, the Cardinals are locked away. What do they do during those hours? Meet, discuss, pray, vote, eat. And drink, apparently, based on what I saw at [this site](http://osbnorcia.org/2013/03/13/conclavebeer?ref=thedailyeudemon.com). \* \* \* \* \* \* \* It makes sense. You'll find God in a few drinks and the devil in many. \* \* \* \* \* \* \* Reminds me of this poem:

The day grows long, and I start to desire  
 The cold bitter taste and the amber hue,  
 Of a cold draft beer or one brewed by fire,  
 Wanting to relish its wet peaceful dew.

The drunkard is not what I seek to play.  
 I seek leave from the petty things in life  
 That dog the soul and bring disarray  
 With earthly lusts and dreams leading to strife.

The first sip sends a deep heave to my chest.  
 The second sip and my worry cowers.  
 The third, and my eyes close, for a brief rest.  
 After the fourth, I gaze at God's flowers.

The bottle is half full, but I am not  
 Ready to cease my peace-seeking chores.  
 For a week, life has put me in knot,  
 I want only joy, to forget all its bores.

'Bout gone, I thank God for barley and hops,  
 The corn and wheat, and every grain's brother.  
 Now I grin wide as I swig the last drops,  
 Jumping up thinking, 'I'll have me another!”