The Nuns
The nuns walk past,
chanting softly,
or maybe complaining,
I cannot tell,
one trips, giggles,
the others hide smiles,
do nuns get tired of being nuns?
I would, gods brides.
they move like slow rivers,
silent, unstoppable,
I bow, they nod,
we understand something,
a silent joke,
a tiny rebellion,
bread baking, incense, old wood,
maybe heaven is like this,
slow parade of humans,
pretending to be serious,
hiding humor like treasure,
the world waits outside,
frantic, loud, desperate,
they float,
ridiculous and graceful,
perfect balance, of holiness.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
A true dedication to a belief. I often wonder what they get up to when nobody is looking? Sorry, I have not been around the last few days, I had to have laser surgery on my eye for the torn retina detachments.
Being a nun is a choice for some. You have a describe the life of nuns for they are only human. Good job.
Perfect; I always thought of nuns that way - until I found out that one of them I had in high school left the convent and married. Kind of destroyed my image of nuns. But, she's happy so I guess that's all that mattered.