It’s a nut
It’s only a nut
It’s only a nut after all
No, it’s nut
It’s nut only a nut
It’s nut only a nut after all
Thus spoke Julian
The famous Julian of Norwich
It’s nut only a nut after all
And the 14th century mystic
She stared and she stared and she stared
And declared “I see 3 things”
In wrapt contemplation
The eyes of the mystic
Saw through the nut
Was she nuts herself?
Did she see not one nut,
But three nuts all in a row?
It’s a nut, nut, nut?
It’s only a nut, nut, nut
It’s only a nut, nut, nut, after all
Should she go to Specksavers?
Did she have triple vision?
Did she suffer from triple insight?
Was her mind so Trinitarian
That she saw everything in threes?
A trinity of nuts, of nuts, of nuts?
As she cracked it open
She said she learnt
These three important lessons:
“God made it
God loves it
God keeps it”
©2009
James Hart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem