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Dorothea

Pearls of sunlit smile a gift of God to the dying graceful and kind when approached Dorothea takes anger and insults as a gift of God to be offered with Jesus on the sacrifice altar. Veiled as a nun in her prime her modest virginity dignified ever joyful without storming clouds the peace of God in her mind sparkling the sea in her eyes a light from on high divine. Melody of robins in concert murmuring of brooks when falling the joy of bells ringing morning would pale at the sound of her voice Adorable Second Place: Julia Ward-Nun-5/27/20

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 5/28/2020 2:34:00 PM

Congratulations, Frances!

David Drowley

Date: 5/27/2020 10:30:00 AM

'Frances, Congratulations on your well-deserved win. Some nice lyrical qualities. David'

Julia Ward

Date: 5/27/2020 4:17:00 AM

Congratulations on your second place win, Frances. Thank you for your entry to my contest called "Nun" where the rules were that the nun had to be called Dorothea, a name meaning "gift of God", a phrase having to appear twice in your poem.

Frances Schiavina
Date: 5/27/2020 12:38:00 PM

May God help all nuns shining His light! Thank you Julia for your courageous faith/truth witness in sponsoring.

Arturo Michael

Date: 5/18/2020 12:24:00 PM

I wondered who was this woman of great virtue...obviously it's someone else, I thought it might have been, American educator, social reformer, and humanitarian whose devotion to the welfare of the mentally ill...also called Dorothea

Frances Schiavina
Date: 5/19/2020 7:59:00 AM

Greatness is forgiveness. It does not so much consist in taking care of the mentally ill but more in how it's done. The soul is more contagious than the body. Each hidden thought effects the whole earth. Butterfly Effect!