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Novitiate
by Laurie DuncanTerse and rude, I prayed for love.
All my heart ached far worse.
Great God, then I begged for strength.
So these burdens doubled weight.
Scarred, it was patience I implored.
The days just dragged, jagged hard.
Hoarse, I wanted all virtue mine,
But temptations hounded my course.
Thrown, I prayed my love'd find God
and you both left me alone.
Last, a sinner asked how to pray.
And still now, she listens fast.
12/15/2010 Posted on 12/16/2010
Copyright © 2024 Laurie Duncan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/16/10 at 01:10 PM I enjoyed this so much. I recall a woman many years that found every time she found a lover God found her. And now she sits alone in a corner wishing only one had found her and that she never knew the other. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 12/16/10 at 01:53 PM Excellent work. This is a real pleasure to read and I enjoyed your employment of every word. |
| Posted by Devon E Mattys on 03/10/11 at 02:13 PM Laurie, as with many of your poems, this reads like a translation of great classics past. Brava, my friend. Brava. |
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