Keepsake – (6SS + Blogtober #30)
I, Christine, Anchoress
Of Shere parish cloth,
Pledge my religion and deep faith to Jesus.
He hears, feels and sees us;
Everywhere in life.
Walled up in somber cell
Attached to my church,
I view through the smallest of slit, the alter.
Lest my faith doth falter;
And fall from God’s grace.
From my previous life
There is no keepsake,
No pleasure, no earthly joy, no charms, no worth.
I am dead to this earth;
Yet – a living saint.
Linking to Denise’s six sentence story prompt … KEEPSAKE
And Colleen Cheseboro’s Oct Double Ennead Challenge
Tis the penultimate day of Blogtober so I’m still linking to Caroline The Saxophone Player’s Wife #Blogtober troupe, for encouragement!