The Dove is a nun, [i] small, thin, old, in habit, [ii] white face, and gray eyes searching from the lectern reading the Word. The Beloved is a congregation present and absent unsorted, excepted by pews an orderly scramble of minds and ears And the Song is a mystery hovering in the air as the Spirit sings to His Body, “Come to me, my beloved.” (2010s) [i] from the lectern reading the Word: – Song of Solomon 2:14: “My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the secret recesses of the cliff, Let me see your face, let me hear your voice, For your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.” [ii] “Religious Habit”. Wikipedia.org. {https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religious_habit} (accessed December 1, 2021). – “In Christian monastic orders the habit … may be a distinctive form of cassock for men, or a distinctive habit and veil for women.” Comments are closed.
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Poems by Janet
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von Gumppenberg | Meet me at the Passage |
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