Devotion
Her love is devoted but different from most
Hers is a consecrated existence
A dedicated calling
She is a woman
A bride of Christ
She lives a structured life
Free of fanciful things
Devoid of bodily pleasures
She lives to serve others
Hers is a life of giving
Of prayer & contemplation
I wonder
Do her thoughts ever take her places that she's vowed never to go
Does she long to be held in the arms of another
To be kissed & desired
It takes a very special person to forgo these earthly pleasures
A life of sacrifice that many could not make
A life of dedicated reflections!
Liked the imagination budding out of that picture.. It def takes a strong and committed person to give up all earthly pleasure.. Most people wage wars for these earthly pleasures.. Very nicely written.
ReplyDeleteAbhilasha-The Desire - Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to have a read & thanks for your lovely comment!
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful life led!
ReplyDeleteAh, another blogger who saw the nun behind the glass, not a ghost! Good observations...
ReplyDeletethere was a time long ago i thought the solitary life was for me...nice take on the prompt katherine...
ReplyDeleteOpaque .. it is a beautiful life led, I agree.
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Hi Jinksy ... I went to a catholic primary school as a child and was taught by nuns from the order of The Sisters of St Francis of the Sacred Heart, they wore brown habits. The principal of my school was a Nun named Sister Francis and she was the coolest nun out. She played the drums in the school choir...I wish I had a picture to post of that! She was as awesome as they come. Some of the other nuns were a little scary at times.
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ReplyDeleteHi Brian ... we all have our calling but I think you found yours right here in blogville & in the lives of those people you work with, not to mention your beautiful family.
ReplyDeleteIt is definitely not a life for the faint-hearted or weak of spirit. It is a true vocation.
ReplyDeleteKatherine . . a drum-playing nun in the school choir! Now there's another poem for you . .
ReplyDeleteScary nuns? Have you read Denis Diderot's "The Nun" (He was a writer, and a superb ironist, during the Enlightenment in 18th century France) A cautionary tale.
i cannot imagine a life without being desired... it may seem petty or shallow... but nothing feels better than the touch of my husbands hands... the warmth of his skin against mine, and the comfort of knowing that i will never be alone as long as we both shall live :)
ReplyDeleteI don't think I could have given up earthly pleasures...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful piece, Katherine. Such dedication, this life.
ReplyDeleteSurely a challenge. Nicely pondered.
ReplyDeleteKatherine this is truly beautiful...your words and what they represent...it is a dedication that most of us are unable to make....:-)
ReplyDeletejabblog I couldn't agree with you more, there is much personal sacrifice in this vocation. Thanks for stopping by. :)
ReplyDeleteHey Doc FTSE .. she was definitely one of a kind and the image of her stays forever etched in my mind. I haven't read this book but now that you have brought it to my attention I will have to add it to my reading list. Thanks for stopping by.
Micelle.. I am so with you on this ... human touch to me is akin to the air I breathe. There is nothing comforting for me than a warm cuddle.
Thanks for stopping by & have a wonderful weekend. :)
Kathew ... No me either! It takes a very special person to be able to do that.
Hi Willow .. I'm so pleased you liked it. I did struggle with what to write but in the end I just wrote about the image I saw when I first looked at the picture, which was the nun. When I saw her back to the window, I thought about the sacrifices involved in such a vocation.
Hi Tumblewords...thank you so much for popping by for a read & for your comment. :)
Hi Carrie.. welcome to my blog. I have just returned from visiting yours and look forward to reading more. Thank you kindly for your comment & the sentiment within it. :)
What a wonderful poem. It certainly does beg for us to question if the mind is as well trained as the body.
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Hello Teresa..thanks for your lovely comment. So true!
ReplyDeleteNice post and I must say Katherine, you take some exceptional pictures.
ReplyDeleteThanks Reggie but I can't take the credit for this photo...this one is from another blogger @ Magpie. She provides us with a photo prompt with which to write prose. You can click on the link at the end of my poem to check it out. Have a great weekend Reggie.
ReplyDeleteI loved Willow's photo and your words are beautiful. I have often wondered the same thing and once asked a nun I knew the question. In her case, she held those feelings but felt that the sacrifice was worth it because it made her love for God greater. On the other hand, my old drama teacher in Mackay had been a nun, met a priest, fell in love and both left to marry and have a family. It is certainly not a vocation for everyone. I do admire the sacrifice though.
ReplyDeleteQuite simply ~ I loved this ... I can't imagine life without that kind of love, but then I can't imagine that kind of religious devotion.
ReplyDeleteWell written!
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I have wondered the same...great magpie! :)
ReplyDeleteI'm not into sacrifice I'm afraid. All that abstinence can't be good for you. I believe in resisting some temptation and I believe in choice but the world is there to be enjoyed in all its glory. Choosing abstinance and sacrifice seems like choosing something that isn't on the menu. An empty plate. I was brought up Catholic by the way and even contemplated a 'vocation' as a young fella. I'm glad I resisted that temptation. Well written.
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