The Call of the River Nun
Holy beautyful nun, you tax my memory,
Over you boys are flaunting their abilities
To shoulder a social taboo
While some dance in heartful joy
For the glory of the Lord hoped to come.
And you, with proud regalia of faith
Your hands outstretched to the sky in worship
Of God of your dear religion.
You looked down at these boys who
Worship you and wonder how God of this religion
Can bestow such unbeatable beauty on you alone
And not allow you be a bride some day.
Hey! holy beautyful nun, I love you like the
Host of these young boys hovering
Around you like bees to their hive.
And I younger, and my love stronger,
We can go yonder together.
I am sure the father would be happy to see
Us together.
So why don't you lay down those regalia
To a new world full of love
Which I will show you.
In you I put all my faith, we can be happy
For eternity.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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