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.
-o0o-
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.
-o0o-
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.
(Double Ennead)

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!

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I like your description in the last paragraph of having no keepsake from one’s former life. You provided an interesting twist on the word keepsake.
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Thanks Frank, my Sis was with me this weekend. She prompted the gist of this poem! We spent a lot of time in our formative years in and around Shere. 😊
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Very well done! I can appreciate your piece all the more for researching Christine, Anchoress of Shere. Thank you, Laura 🙂
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I too, had to refer to Mrs Google for an introduction to my ‘Sunday-namesake’. A well-crafted poem, Laura. Excellent!
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Thank you, Chris. This was one of those that the prompt just kinda worked! 🤗
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