In school
justam
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In school
the nuns told us
that they were in love with God
that they were the wives of Jesus
and that they devoted their lives
to selflessly loving Jesus and God
They would pray
and sing
and pray
and do good works
all as an expression
of this love
they felt
I’ve read about religious lives long past
in books
and I've imagined
how they lived and studied
copied books
prayed
sang
grew herbs and food
and lived a life devoted to love
Maybe I should have lived then?
then it might be normal to love the way I do
(although I don’t think I could manage the celibate part!)
the nuns told us
that they were in love with God
that they were the wives of Jesus
and that they devoted their lives
to selflessly loving Jesus and God
They would pray
and sing
and pray
and do good works
all as an expression
of this love
they felt
I’ve read about religious lives long past
in books
and I've imagined
how they lived and studied
copied books
prayed
sang
grew herbs and food
and lived a life devoted to love
Maybe I should have lived then?
then it might be normal to love the way I do
(although I don’t think I could manage the celibate part!)
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nuns really are very devoted,
loving people.
I've met some in my strange life
and even hung out with some,
and they were just beacons of love
and acceptance, they don't judge
and if anything they really tried to help me,
when i needed it.
No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
After you die...you know how to LIVE!
It is not that I want to be a nun, for I am not religious!! It is not that I even could be, (that whole give up sex thing!), it is just that I was thinking about the way I have a tendency to focus on love so much that I think it seems less than normal to some people. So then I started thinking about nuns from hundreds of years ago, and how their devotion was almost like mine in a way....
all this was just thinking aloud
amen to that sista!
now she was some geezer!
In class she'd sit scratching her beard.
She taught us religion.
We hadn't a smidgeon
in what she said. Nothing was heard
that came from her gob, but
we all caught a gobbet
of fantasy from her apparel:
The thought she wore Y fronts
Beneath those grey garments
that rounded her arse like a barrel.
now she was some geezer!
In class she'd sit scratching her beard.
She taught us religion.
We hadn't a smidgeon
of interest. Nothing was heard
that came from her gob, but
we all caught a gobbet
of fantasy from her apparel:
The thought she wore Y fronts
Beneath those grey garments
that rounded her arse like a barrel.
There, tweaked.
oh, and justam... you COULD join a monastary
There's a book called The Cloister Walk, written by a woman who'd checked-out, so to speak, and done just that. It's a great read. You get the experience of being totally devout, and then you get to leave and go sin some more
holla
Oh my God!!!!