FORMATION TO BECOME A RELIGIOUS~ BY KATRINA ANTONY
I entered the convent, heart burning with fire,
Longing to serve, to lift and inspire.
I entered the convent, heart burning with fire,
Longing to serve, to lift and inspire.
I thought only green mountains could relax me,
Until I saw her facile face.
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;
Last night, when I was listenin’
Alone, to wind and rain,
He took the chair beside me,
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day