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Dominus misereatur the nun said to Martha what's that mean? Martha said Lord have mercy the nun said so why don't we say that instead of talking to God in a dead language? Martha said it is the language of the Church the nun said and pointed out other lines of Latin to the rest of the class Martha gazed at the black board then lifted her eyes to the huge crucifix on the wall by the dark wood boxed clock there was dust and cobwebs hanging from the arms of the Crucified and particles on the crown of thorns about His head the plaster was aged and here and there it was worn through to unpainted darkness there was no hair under His arms as there was under her da's arms when he raised them in his vest to brush his receding hair she mused the nails had been hammered into hands and feet causing the hands to curl inwards like ***** exaudi orationem meam the nun said a girl raised her hand what's it mean Sister Paul? hear my prayer the nun said Martha wondered if the Crucified had been a Greek whether he would have worn a cloth about his mid-drift or been stark naked like some Greek statues were she'd seen in books His eyes were half open looking upwards His beard had a long string of cobweb hanging down needs cleaning Martha mused needs a good wash she muttered looking at the clock tick-tocking beside Him at half-past ten and she muttered a soft Amen.
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 3:36 AM UTC
NEEDS WASHING 1963
Dominus misereatur the nun said to Martha what's that mean? Martha said Lord have mercy the nun said so why don't we say that instead of talking to God in a dead language? Martha said it is the language of the Church the nun said and pointed out other lines of Latin to the rest of the class Martha gazed at the black board then lifted her eyes to the huge crucifix on the wall by the dark wood boxed clock there was dust and cobwebs hanging from the arms of the Crucified and particles on the crown of thorns about His head the plaster was aged and here and there it was worn through to unpainted darkness there was no hair under His arms as there was under her da's arms when he raised them in his vest to brush his receding hair she mused the nails had been hammered into hands and feet causing the hands to curl inwards like ***** exaudi orationem meam the nun said a girl raised her hand what's it mean Sister Paul? hear my prayer the nun said Martha wondered if the Crucified had been a Greek whether he would have worn a cloth about his mid-drift or been stark naked like some Greek statues were she'd seen in books His eyes were half open looking upwards His beard had a long string of cobweb hanging down needs cleaning Martha mused needs a good wash she muttered looking at the clock tick-tocking beside Him at half-past ten and she muttered a soft Amen.
A GIRL IN SCHOOL IN IRELAND AND A NUN IN 1963.
TerryCollett
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 3:36 AM UTC
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