The Novice
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"Poem featured on Parapraxis Cover Page July 10th 2023. Originally published in 2021" - Editor Awakening Sunday morning to the soul’s quiet decorum; slips the night’s ease, into my body a gentle peace; lying passive 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 birds’ dawn 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 2021
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