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Sep 2017
Martha stared at the crucifix
in the convent chapel after school;
she was alone,
other kids had gone home
and the nuns were in church
for Vespers.

You look tired Lord
hanging there.
YourΒ Β arms must ache
in that one position.

The five wounds.
How bloodied they look.

I want to Your bride
and be a nun
and be able to visit You anytime
of the day or night.

I want to tend
to Your wounds,
kiss Your aching limbs,
place a finger in Your side.

Want to whisper
in Your ear
my every woe,
my sins and sense
Your arms about me
when I am low.

The chapel door opened
a nun stood there.

Martha Maguire
what are you
doing here?
Be off with you girl.

Martha gazed at the nun
with her big eyes.

Just talking
to the Crucified,
she said.

Off you go,
the nun said.

Martha went
cursing the sister
inside her head.
Girl in chapel in Eire in 1963
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  71/M/England
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