A Nun’s Wisdom
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…………………………~npg.org.uk
A calmness comes when resignation spays
Desire. Tranquillity becomes the truth
The soul requires. Your heart can slow and laze
Around as when an angel in her youth
Finds slumbers in the arms of God. But this
Serenity requires surrender of
The wilfulness of lusting. Peace is bliss
Of quietude, a stillness far above
The fever, wish, and need of lovers’ blood.
This floating ship requires no wind or wave
To make it move and certainly no flood
Of hormones full of what your lips might crave.
..Be mild upon the lulling tide, sedate.
….Allow the storms of thirsting to abate.