The Sweating Nun Poem by Antonio Liao

a habito a day keeps the nun happy
it makes me fine to live in me, living
life in the convent for eternity

i was young then, cloth with dazzling
beauty, ready to face what it could be
in the world where only my faith can see

living in the walls, i know i can do, all
that is new real and could be true, for
in the habito i wear, tells me to do, the
wonderful and the suffering of the idol
i must be true

joy and tears, never surpassed to faith
i hold it may come to last, for in following
Jesus makes me fast, in doing all the
convent chores, its my habito that tells
me what to do

sunset come and it may go, that makes
me fully grow, this the time when everything
is ripe where i say to myself that it's right
of where other dare not go,

but the joy i'll take is all that flows in my heart,
and i know, the habito i wear is, only for others
who can follow, for many are call, but only
few are chosen, wish i could, to know the code

my tears dropp like a rainbow in my cheek
where i can't stop it fall, my hand stand to make
a call in Jesus, thy name i waited to cool.....a call.
... iam sweating......