Pelican in the wilderness

God, I never heard you
calling me to be a nun.
If you did, I wasn’t listening
that day. But now
I read of those
who hide themselves away
to live as hermits. Meeting
other humans
only to receive their gifts of food
and offer wise advice.
And spend their time
alone with you; maintaining the bridge
between heaven and earth.
And something in my soul
recognises the privilege
of leading such a life.

Do you ever feel you’ve made a decision outside of this world’s framework that defines the life you live in this world?

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About Rosalie Squires

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