Dorothea
Dorothea,
Oh how you
Sit in servitude
Stone faced
As saints and sinners wept
The cross, a burden to His back
A weight for which
We’re all in debt,
Carried closely around your neck
Your features lost as age took toll
But never lost is beauty in soul
The gift of God remains all that you own
Humbled, you remain
By His presence alone
Alone
His quiet embrace softens these walls
This holy place, you once called home
Few faces can you now recall
Though long since now, many were known
Once you knelt
But
Now no more
Too weak, this prayer too soft to speak
With gift of God held in your heart
Dorothea
Rest in peace.
(Free Verse)
Nun Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
May 18th 2020
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