FORMATION TO BECOME A RELIGIOUS
I entered the convent, heart burning with fire,
Longing to serve, to lift and inspire.
But now I ask, why such desire?
Life slips away, no dream to admire.
What is formation? A question so deep,
A promise of heaven, yet shadows still creep.
No wish remains, but one I hold true:
Jesus, my guide, my strength to renew.
Nightmares surround me, heavy and loud,
I search for calm, yet silence is shroud.
At home they wonder, “Why are you so still?”
I whisper, “No plan… only God’s will.”
I ask not for riches, nor earthly design,
But only for peace, a stillness divine.
Let formation be heaven, where love can begin,
Not a prison of sorrow, nor a devil’s den.
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