Call Of The River Nun Poem by Benjamin Age

Holy beautiful 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.
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And you, with proud regalia of faith
Your hands outstretched to the sky in worship
Of God of your dear religion.
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You looked down at these boys who
Worship you and wonder how God of this religion
Could bestow such unbeatable beauty
on you alone
And yet not let you be a bride some day.
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Hey! holy beautyful nun, I love you like the
Host of these young boys
Who hover around you
you like bees to their hive.
And I younger, and my love stronger,
We could go yonder together.
I know the father would be glad to see
us together.
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So why don't you lay down those regalia
To a new world full of love
Which I will show you.
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In you have I built my faith, we could live happy
Thru' eternity.