Sunday, May 28, 2017

The nun

There is the quiet courage of the nun
Who makes her troth with God
Forsaking man and men
To be free in virginity.  

To walk the walk not just talk the talk
Within the convent grounds
To scale the doubts that assail the walls
Challenging sanity and loyalty.

No one hears at dead of the night
The silent cries from heart and soul
That yearn for man and child
That every woman knows

Kneeling on cold stone
At the altar of her giving
Can she just picture now
A savior more forgiving?

And yet and yet there is a joy
A compromise with nature
A satisfaction so profound
And sanctity surrounds her.

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