Agnes of God

Agnes of God

 

Although the echo

of a long and distant

sigh both came

and then, it went

again ..

Much like a much

loved scent

might pass one by ..

For a while

at least, it lingered

fragrant ..

Today though, it is

well and truly spent

and all but gone ..

Much like the

footprints, he once

left there, for her

to find on water ..

And thereupon,

she followed on

behind him ..

Just like some

disciple might or

young and faithful

bride, or daughter ..

Always at least

two steps behind

mind and blindly ..

Through fear

of being last in line,

or getting lost

somewhere in that

splendid

golden dust

of the wake they

each created ..

But then, a poison

made her body swell

and tho’ she later

did confess to having

once been

breached no less ..

She was still pure in

heart at least ..

If not intact, or yet

indeed, still perfect ..

Still, the child

she later bore alone

and in great secret

was conceived no less,

along the self-same

route they took ..

And some now say,

from such a

passion, not since

replicated ..

Sadly tho’ said child,

did die and Agnes too

in heavy chains ..

Yet still, upon her

very own deathbed ..

She did also cry ..

Jesus, I do still love you ..

 

 

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Neville… in grade school we studied the Old Testament , and In High School we studied the New Testament. In my Adult Life we suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune as written by Shakespeare. Now we may be in Grave danger. However, your poem is amazing. softly, Pat

[Neville]

You are amazing Pat .. thank you gently, kindly and true .. and that is a brief testament to you 🌷

[FGFRANKLIN]

This was such an interesting play because it was based partially on actual events. It's a sad commentary on the religious world that many who call themselves holy can't understand that all life is a gift from God. I've never seen the movie. Whether the actual nun was raped or willingly strayed beyond her oath of celibacy matters little considering she lost her mind and her child. It is written that Jesus wept. I wonder that He weeps not still.

[Neville]

thank you for checking in kind sir .. very muchly appreciated .. Neville