The Woman Of God

It was the sound of sex

Sure it was

He remembered it from a far distant past

He passed her in the corridor sometimes

She would be good at it, he thought

Though it did confuse him the next night

She was dressed as a nun

Halloween she laughed

Time sure had passed him by

There was a time he thought

But that seemed a far distant past

He slightly remembered the sound of gunfire 

The darkness till the bandages were removed

Life had been cruel going on from that day

He was never bitter though

Survivors had no right to be bitter

He knew his time was coming

His body told him so 

In a way he was relieved

It was in the early hours he started to wander

He watched her coming towards him

A woman of god

It felt good as she spoke to him

Taking his pain

Delivering him into a new world

He died that way

A man finally at peace.

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

Just came across this which confused me
did he get some or nun
(sorry-couldn't help myself)

[Paul Bell]

In his head maybe, which is always a bad ''habit''

[Dave Brown]

ouch .

[Betty Hermelee]

It seems like the world of the living was too crazy mixed up for him; he is better off with the Woman of God, now he can rest in peace. His distant past was too fuzzy and confused. He knew his time was coming to an end. Nice job Paul.
Best, Betty

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

She delivered him to a new world! What more could he want?? Survivors and sex don't go together I suppose 🤔 He shouldn't have risked it....

[Paul Bell]

He died happy, and he left me all his money, good result. lol

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Oooooh! Now I suspect you sent the nun! 😺😸

[Paul Bell]

That was my religious coming, or his as it turned out.

[Pete]

we all lose our prowess as we age and face mortality. this was very clever and sobering. nuns have always fascinated me. women of god in those habits torn between flesh and spirit ... :)

[Paul Bell]

Funny how Nuns do that, not sure if it's their purity or our own guilt.

[barleygirl]

This reminds me of my dad, who was so obsessed with sex, he raped a good many small girls (including me) regularly for years of our childhoods. Later on, when he was long beyond his physical prowess & likely sexually dysfunctional, he still saw sex in everything. He was hostile towards anything religious, but if a nun had ministered to him in his final years, he would've interpreted that as her dying to have sex with him. It may sound weird to normal people in your poem, but there are many weird people like this (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Paul Bell]

Did your dad ever do jail time.
Probably changed days now where sex is 24/7, 365, and only covid has stopped it just now.

[barleygirl]

No, everyone was too afraid of my dad's fist to turn him in . . .

[The dark Hydra]

Yay forcing myself to read total garbage. My favorite thing

[Paul Bell]

There's a lot more there, help yourself.

[andrew mitchell]

This reminded me of Barbarella with Jane Fonda. Not sure why just seemed futuristic maybe .:)

[Paul Bell]

Jane Fonda. Remember pulling every muscle in my body doing her workout.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this reminds me of Cat Stevens' "The boy with the moon and star"
It is like the war wounds catching up to the soldier and he is allowed one last tryst.
But it is confusing as well as satisfying as he wonders why she is dressed up like a nun.
In his imagination...he is having his last rites....as well as a last roll in the hay.
But no shepherds are watching, thank God.
j.

[Paul Bell]

Like the idea of a last roll in the hay. Probably a government health warning against it though.

[light and ashes]

Wow....Lol................

[Paul Bell]

You want to be him don't you.

[light and ashes]

Sure.......(uncomfortable giggle)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The demise of the soldier, once a man, told in a very sadly concocted tale as he slips from memories of sexuality to acceptance of his new passage to death.

[Paul Bell]

Sad reality as we cash our chips in.