The crucifix
Was on the wall
Of the chapel;
It was a large
Crucifix that
Occupied most
Of the wall space.
Martha loved it
And visited
It as often
As she could in
The school hours,
Even though this
Was not allowed.
And one morning
During break time
She sneaked in there
And stood in front
Of whom she called
The crucified
And talked to Him
In soft whispers.
And old nun passed
And noticed that
The door was now
Open and went
In and spotted
Martha standing
Muttering to
The crucifix.
No pupils are
Permitted here
In school hours,
The old nun said.
Marha muttered
On quietly
As if the nun
Had not spoken.
I said no child
Is allowed here
In school hours,
The old nun said.
Martha then stopped
And turned around:
You know it’s rude
To interrupt
People talking,
Let alone one
Praying to Christ,
Martha uttered.
It’s the school rules,
The nun replied.
Martha turned back
To the large Christ
And said loudly:
The Crucified
Wanted me here.
But the old nun
Just repeated
Her prior words,
Giving Martha
A critical
Stare and stood there.
Martha then crossed
herself slowly,
And walked away
Giving the nun
A cold hard gaze,
And walked onwards
As the bell rang
For next lessons.
And she muttered
in a soft prayer:
Sorry I left,
But the old bat
Wouldn’t let me
stay behind there.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 3:40 AM UTC
The crucifix
Was on the wall
Of the chapel;
It was a large
Crucifix that
Occupied most
Of the wall space.
Martha loved it
And visited
It as often
As she could in
The school hours,
Even though this
Was not allowed.
And one morning
During break time
She sneaked in there
And stood in front
Of whom she called
The crucified
And talked to Him
In soft whispers.
And old nun passed
And noticed that
The door was now
Open and went
In and spotted
Martha standing
Muttering to
The crucifix.
No pupils are
Permitted here
In school hours,
The old nun said.
Marha muttered
On quietly
As if the nun
Had not spoken.
I said no child
Is allowed here
In school hours,
The old nun said.
Martha then stopped
And turned around:
You know it’s rude
To interrupt
People talking,
Let alone one
Praying to Christ,
Martha uttered.
It’s the school rules,
The nun replied.
Martha turned back
To the large Christ
And said loudly:
The Crucified
Wanted me here.
But the old nun
Just repeated
Her prior words,
Giving Martha
A critical
Stare and stood there.
Martha then crossed
herself slowly,
And walked away
Giving the nun
A cold hard gaze,
And walked onwards
As the bell rang
For next lessons.
And she muttered
in a soft prayer:
Sorry I left,
But the old bat
Wouldn’t let me
stay behind there.
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