THINGS THAT HAD TO BE
You can tell the weak part of this life - it's all
so easy to see. Five hundred waxen candles, just
burning down to a nub, the cloth of all forgiveness
flowing wide and open, like the fabric of some flying
nun. Of which I saw, today : on a perfect yellow bicycle,
bright and striking, in flowing white robes and a white
wide-brimmed headpiece, one solitary nun, pedaling
seren...ly down the sidewalk, along the road, placidly
moving along her way. No one said a word; all
just moved aside to let her silence pass by.
You can tell the weak part of this life - it's all
so easy to see. Five hundred waxen candles, just
burning down to a nub, the cloth of all forgiveness
flowing wide and open, like the fabric of some flying
nun. Of which I saw, today : on a perfect yellow bicycle,
bright and striking, in flowing white robes and a white
wide-brimmed headpiece, one solitary nun, pedaling
seren...ly down the sidewalk, along the road, placidly
moving along her way. No one said a word; all
just moved aside to let her silence pass by.
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