The old convent
has closed down.
No more girls or women
came to try their vocation
to become nuns,
so it had to close
and the remaining nuns
go elsewhere.
Builders have knocked down
the cloisters and the cells,
but kept the front facade;
steel and glass structures
replace where once
the cells and cloisters were;
they looked like steel
and glass barns
with no religious scheme
to match the front
old brick facade
with church like windows.
I wondered where the nuns
who remained went
after the nearly a century old
convent closed
to become a school.
And where the remains
of nuns who lived
and died there
came to rest
in the end.
I watched the scene
on the passing bus,
and each time
sensed a sad demise
of a small part
of the Christian faith
disappear before my eyes.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
The old convent
has closed down.
No more girls or women
came to try their vocation
to become nuns,
so it had to close
and the remaining nuns
go elsewhere.
Builders have knocked down
the cloisters and the cells,
but kept the front facade;
steel and glass structures
replace where once
the cells and cloisters were;
they looked like steel
and glass barns
with no religious scheme
to match the front
old brick facade
with church like windows.
I wondered where the nuns
who remained went
after the nearly a century old
convent closed
to become a school.
And where the remains
of nuns who lived
and died there
came to rest
in the end.
I watched the scene
on the passing bus,
and each time
sensed a sad demise
of a small part
of the Christian faith
disappear before my eyes.
The demise of an old convent
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