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she was only too aware that her own conception had been maculate

it had been not been a virginal birth and yet a blessed gift from God

	
	her mother a whore in the town’s creep joint

	father a loose unknown alcoholic desperado

	a blasphemous union had sprouted its seeds

	outcast she was left on the door step of grace


a castaway waif wrapped in a ragged blanket of hope or utter dejection

her only worldly possessions a bent crucifix and threadbare rosary beads


	they washed away sins of her profane forbears 

	clothed the product of sacrilegious irreverence

	found a wet nurse to feed her insatiable mouth

	baptized the foundling Dorothea the gift of God 


she never once strayed from the path of redemption and joined the order

of indestructible faith and vowed to serve in the habit of monastic duty


	nursed many an abandoned orphan in her care

	never doubted her mission in the convent of love

	and was given the privilege to name baby twins

	chose Theodore and Mathew from her kind heart


every day she rose early for morning prayers in the sacristy of devotion

included Mother Superior and Baby Lord Jesus in unshakeable orison 

never took the message of resurrection in vain and fostered the Godsend 

‘by decree of the Father Son and Holy Spirit I promise to further the calling’

the sun rose every day and set as it should for moons to turn and spell

light from celestial waxing and waning never loosing track of duty and care


one day though she found Theodore and Mathew curled up in a corner

unable to speak for they had pledged to stay silent in a covenant from hell

she gave them crayons and paper and they finally drew a High Priest

who wielded a scepter sprung from his loins towering over the siblings

they started to weep and uttered that everything had been their fault

‘sister we transgressed and must be punished in just hell and beyond’


	Dorothea called upon justice and atonement

	but was exorcised in return for her conscience


	‘we don’t need a scandal for his heaven’s sake

	forgive those who trespass by rule of the cross’


God’s guidance disappeared that very same night behind high priory walls

as she went into the cloister’s kitchen to sharpen revenge and a fine blade

she cut the clergyman’s throat and with it the orphanage’s umbilical chord

and felt that she had recompensed for her ancestor’s unabated malfeasance

sure in the knowledge that she had held a true present from God in her hands

when she turned the rosary pearls in her hands she walked into confinement


21st May 2020
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