Deathbed Confession
An old priest about to die
looked his confessor in the eye:
I never violated my celibacy
much less toyed with my chastity.
Pray on my behalf to the Lord
that he grant me this one reward,
that I, by special dispensation,
convert to the Prophet’s persuasion.
Surely my years without marriage
merit me some carnal knowledge
and has surely made me a martyr,
while abstinence made it much harder.
And as I’m neither lustful nor greedy,
one virgin will do, not seventy.*
*Muslims believe male martyrs are rewarded in heaven with 70 virgins.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2023
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