COME TO ME NOW.A Poem by Terry CollettA NUN AND HER LOVE OF CHRISTI rise at the break of dawn, said Sister Clare, I rise like the lark into morning sky, my arms out stretched like the wings of a bird in flight; I leave my bed, I leave my dreams for the owls of night. The bell rings, the voice of my Groom calls, His voice softer than a falling leaf, His words enter my mind and heart, His love fills me, touches each part of my deepest self, echoes along the strings of my nerves. I dress like one for a wedding, clothe myself with simple array, black and white and grey; my feet are simply clad, sandals sans stockings or tights, my hair hidden from sight, my face alone is seen by the world. I walk along the cloister like one in love, my Groom awaits me in the chapel, His arms spread wide, His hands nailed to the large wooden cross; His eyes are closed, His heart is open, His love flows from His wounds. I go to my place in the choir, I open my book of prayer, I sing His praises, sensing Him there, my Love, My Groom, my dear Wounded Lamb, my King of Kings. My lips sing to Him, my voice steady as one in flight, my hands would feel His pain, His wounds I would bathe, I would cleanse. My heart is His, my life, my ticking time of deed and thought, my body is His, my waking hour is His to tell or take, to let me sleep or wake. I go about my day, I do my deeds, I work and pray, I think of Him as I do my chores, think on His coming hour, His raising the dead, His sadly separating sheep from goats, as the Good Book said, I think of His healing touch, His firm words upon the air, I sense Him near, I feel His hand upon my brow, I wish He would come to me now. © 2014 Terry CollettFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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