No One Knows Your name
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No One Knows Your name
Clothed in wimple and habit
Silence is your vow
In rows you gather
Chant after the bell rings.
Daily you do so unnoticed.
Prayer is your vocation
For a dying world
Requests for sick loved ones,
For the sake of loving people.
Your knees are worn
From hours of kneeling
Prostrate yourself so
Your heart has been pierced
You heard the call
And accepted.
Sister you have become
You have a sense of community.
Always on the altar
The book remains open.
Living and dying is one
You are a vessel.
You stand in the gap
And pray for a dying world.
And no one knows your name.
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