Nun At Heart
Destiny
I was born a skeptical nun
Devotion for blood
Thirst for proof
That could never be absolute
So I left
The habit draped
Over my shoulders
And wandered the desert...
Cause after cause
Cathedral, candidate,
Corpse
Standing before a
Rosary of eternity
My beating heart
And falling before
The lance
Of inherent frailty.
Calling
I can't divorce Fate.
A call to serve,
Digging past ideals
Scraping through skin
Into bone
Until the thrum of
Humanity silences
Party lines, humble pennies
And absolute Rightness
To baptize me
In Holy Choice.
Simply the want
For a better striving.
A deeper canyon
Between summerland
And unending night
May swallow all belief,
But this remains,
Black and white
Billowing around me
In tatters
Lifting an olive branch
Even as the waters rise.
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