583 Worn Habits 4-12-16 (go to 580 for search list)

Time-eaten edges fray,
color fades from white to gray,
black to ash.
Where crucifix rubbed,
where kneeling roughed
the skirt away,
over time, the old habit
the good sister wore for
sanctification by abnegation,
wore away,
from fervor to rote.

But an old Nun and old habits
die hard,
like biting nails
or chewing tobacco
or caressing the palms
of the Savior’s hands
or inserting her fingers
into His wounded side,
the only penetration
she ever needed
to feel.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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