When she did not respond to his persistent love and resolutely went her ways to join the Religious Order...
THE LAST GOODBYE
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I bade her goodbye under the street light,
The night was growing dark and affright,
Rain fell in sleet on the wet sodden street,
And I turned as her wagon made a retreat.
Into the night I walked as I had done,
In changing weathers and burning sun,
She had a vision of compelling mission,
To give up the world and its glowing fun.
Her path wasn’t smooth and easy to scale,
It was rough and rocky, her feet so frail,
Her vows kept her strong to pray and heal
The wounded and broken with pious zeal.
I know I’ll never see her again,
This world has fallen from her terrain,
She’ll spend her time in easing fears,
Mending hearts and wiping tears.
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