The Abbess

The abbess Blue-eyed prayers drip from lips white as snow on a mountain top her face is oriental alabaster. Restless feet on stone floors Every candle becomes a temptation a magnetic attraction. Over the wall, she will not flee Faithful as she is to her abstract lover. When desires leave her and her steps are ponderous she is the new abbess.

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Peter Rees

Date: 5/4/2021 3:45:00 AM

Thoughts on the inner mind of a nun, subjected as she is to temptations, but she’s human. Ever faithful to her “abstract lover” eventually she grows old and, desire spent, she gains her final reward of undistracted devotion to God. Or have I got this wrong ? A nicely written thoughtful piece.