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.
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
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: love