Once upon a time there was a girl
She had a curl in the middle of her forehead
Her heart’s desire was to be a nun
It seemed fun enough to want that
She had no real idea what a nun was
Or wasn’t or anything about the
Act of being a nun. Her love for her
pastor uncle, the stain glass that filled
with Sun light on a Sunday morning
The chant of latin foreign to her ears,
The smoke of incense in her nose
It all swooned her little girl self
Into want and desire to wear the habit
Be in black with hands in prayer
Nodding and smiling, and smiling
And nodding, hands held high pressed
together blessing and praying for the less
fortunate, the ill, the dying, the grieving,
everyone in her family, all her friends
All day, praying for everyone and
everything all day robed in black.
She called her nun doll Sister Marie
They prayed together every night
kneeling at the edge of her bed
for everyone and everything in the
whole wide world. Sure to not leave
Anything or anyone out together
Praying.
It was once upon time long ago
She wanted to be a nun, robed in
black, shuffling through the aisles
beneath the stained glass stories
of Jesus and the Saints and all
Glory of heaven, full of incense
tasting the Holy cup of blood and
a wafer of the body of Christ
kneeling in prayer for everyone and
everything everywhere in the Universe
Now, when the moon is full and
Heaven is opened wide to the everything
And the fire blazes in the center of the world
She strips to her nakedness, to hear the chant
of the trees, and the song of the stars,
and the hum and buzz of the creatures
She raises her arms to whirl and twirl
around the dancing flames in the dark night
celebrating the magic of all that is
and ever was and ever will be
She prays with all of herself for all of you
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DAILY TAROT AND NUMEROLOGY
21 jan 2012 > 9/18 > Hermit/Moon
Today is a day to pull it all together. No more lose ends. No more having to dig around in the shadows; opportunity to bring ‘it’ to completion and fullness is available to you. There is that piece of the puzzle that now presents itself and you know what to do with it. And… if ‘pulling-it-all-together’ doesn’t happen today, give yourself a break and know that you have opened the opportunity today, you have lite a path for it to happen.
What’s missing in your life that needs your attention?
What inner wisdom, inner feeling/thought can you notice that brings you to completion?
Can you be grateful for what you have already done?
This is a wonderful narrative, Jeanne. The sacred, yet uninformed beginnings of faith that lead us ultimately to the Whole.
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thanks sweetie. I appreciate your feedback
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Such a wonderful poem and prayer. I am not now, nor was I raised, Roman Catholic, but I also was drawn to the life of nuns. Basically, it was more the thought of a devoted and sacrificial life that appealed to me. As I grew older I realized that such a life was possible for all who desired it, and I didn’t need to join a convent to live that way! Your beautiful closing thoughts reflect that perfectly. You prayer for us is vivid and beautiful, and it is returned!
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Love this!! Put this in your to be published pile!
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