I composed this, my first poem, twenty seven years ago, when living in a Benedictine monastery. The imagined novice was set in an earlier age, but it also reflected my own situation - happily resolved by my meeting the love of my life.
The Novice
Awakening Sunday morningto the soul’s quiet decorum;
slips from the night’s ease,
into my body a gentle peace;
lying drowsily in bed -
recalling poetry, I’ve never read.
Suddenly, the inadvertent rooster’s crow,
vain foolish bird named Romeo,
yet we have something in common,
our shared concern is woman.
Queen of forgetful night
release this poet’s blind sight.
Sleep dispels to the dawn birds singing,
followed by the Lauds bell ringing;
calling to chapel, to prayer and fasting,
to praising God, for life everlasting;
but my heart’s real wish?
Ah, ’tis a woman’s gentle kiss.
Dear God allow me once again
to feel and accept the necessary pain,
of holding the living being in trust
and not despising a natural lust,
for what it means to be in love:
that sad sweet mystery from above.
D G Moody 2023
Poetry by D G Moody
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Written on 2023-11-26 at 16:14
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