A Roman Vision
Dorothea, my nun of hope and veiled,
a gift of God as she strolls up to the sad.
"Are you sad?" she asks
and attends a sad reply...
"No, Dorothea," the men say,
"for you have come, the gift of God
to cheer us all
and misery won't chance prevail,
O Dorothea, veiled and loving one."
Nun stoops and kisses hands stretched out,
the withered hands of men who sadden
at the thought she will be gone.
A Roman Vision summoned!
I make the nun stay,
(as author of the vision),
and men are saddened not, for
Dorothea stays for all their sun-filled afternoon.
Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2020
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