Lin Lane Poet Quintain (Sicilian)

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~ July 2, 2023 ~

~ A Quintain (Sicilian) Contest) by Emile Pinet ~

Enlightened By Whispering Angels

Alone, where winds had smoothed the cobblestone,
a young novice sat, solemn and austere,
brooding over mistakes made, seeds past sown.
Entering the abbey; a fate severe,
she wept with sadness when dismay had grown.

Praying, she cried, "In Your Word I abide."
Her soul ached; tears were silently falling.
"Strengthen my faith, Father. Be at my side.
Forgive my despair. This is my calling.
I know from You there's nothing I can hide."

Stark loneliness grew; hope quickly dwindled.
In solitude her days would reach their end.
Then came enlightenment. Faith rekindled
in whispers to her as angels descend.
She dropped skeins of yarn, carefully spindled.

Down on penitent knees she bent and bowed.
"Forgive my apathy. I've been a fool
to hesitate, Father, for I have vowed
my humble life to serve beneath Your rule."
With an overjoyed heart, she spoke aloud.

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Unseeking Seeker August 1, 2023 at 11:10 PM We stoop to conquer ~ warmest congratulations on your podium finish, Lin, God bless

Kim Merryman August 1, 2023 at 7:08 PM Beautifully written, Lin! I could feel the emotions in your words. Congrats on your win! Blessings, Kim M

Speaks Volumes July 31, 2023 at 2:29 PM Wow what a story. Beautifully told. When a wonderfully worded poem tells a story that entices the reader to read on, and then when its finished is left wanting more.. it cant be bettered. Congraulations.

Jan Allison July 31, 2023 at 2:23 PM Dropping back with many congrats on your podium placement:-) hugs Jan xx

Emile Pinet July 31, 2023 at 2:06 PM Congratulations Lin! Your poem earned you "Second Place" in my contest. You should be proud of your placing, there were many good poems submitted, yet your poem rose to a podium position, well done, my friend, Emile.

Kim Rodrigues July 3, 2023 at 11:14 AM Aloud, as the clouds part, and the Lord’s mercy and grace descend. What a good God he is! He waits for us to drop our yarn… Lin Lane July 3, 2023 at 11:26 AM He’s always ready to reach for us with His right hand, Kim. I’d drop everything too. He asks little of us. Thank you.

Joanna Daniel July 3, 2023 at 2:04 AM Great story of the novice nun who is wondering about her worthiness, Lin:) Lin Lane July 3, 2023 at 2:55 AM Thanks a lot, Jo. I gave thought to her situation from a story I read years ago. Her plight stayed with me and so... here is my version of what may have happened to her.

Jan Allison July 2, 2023 at 12:26 PM aww Lin, this is such a touching poem. I am sure many novices entering an abbey will have doubts over their past failings and suitability but hopefully their faith will pull them through. hugs jan xx Lin Lane July 3, 2023 at 2:54 AM Hi Jan and thank you for finding these lines to your liking. We all have doubts and regrets over our past failings. Faith sees us through. Hugs to you, too.