The Woman Of God

The Woman Of God

A Poem by Paul Bell

It was the sound of sex

Sure it was

He remembered it from a far distant past

He passed her in the corridor sometimes

She would be good at it, he thought

Though it did confuse him the next night

She was dressed as a nun

Halloween she laughed

Time sure had passed him by

There was a time he thought

But that seemed a far distant past

He slightly remembered the sound of gunfire 

The darkness till the bandages were removed

Life had been cruel going on from that day

He was never bitter though

Survivors had no right to be bitter

He knew his time was coming

His body told him so 

In a way he was relieved

It was in the early hours he started to wander

He watched her coming towards him

A woman of god

It felt good as she spoke to him

Taking his pain

Delivering him into a new world

He died that way

A man finally at peace.

© 2020 Paul Bell


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Just came across this which confused me
did he get some or nun
(sorry-couldn't help myself)

Posted 2 Years Ago


Paul Bell

2 Years Ago

In his head maybe, which is always a bad ''habit''
Dave Brown

2 Years Ago

ouch .
It seems like the world of the living was too crazy mixed up for him; he is better off with the Woman of God, now he can rest in peace. His distant past was too fuzzy and confused. He knew his time was coming to an end. Nice job Paul.
Best, Betty

Posted 2 Years Ago


She delivered him to a new world! What more could he want?? Survivors and sex don't go together I suppose 🤔 He shouldn't have risked it....

Posted 3 Years Ago


Paul Bell

3 Years Ago

He died happy, and he left me all his money, good result. lol
Dhara_Ditzy Kat

3 Years Ago

Oooooh! Now I suspect you sent the nun! 😺😸
Paul Bell

3 Years Ago

That was my religious coming, or his as it turned out.
we all lose our prowess as we age and face mortality. this was very clever and sobering. nuns have always fascinated me. women of god in those habits torn between flesh and spirit ... :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


Paul Bell

3 Years Ago

Funny how Nuns do that, not sure if it's their purity or our own guilt.
This reminds me of my dad, who was so obsessed with sex, he raped a good many small girls (including me) regularly for years of our childhoods. Later on, when he was long beyond his physical prowess & likely sexually dysfunctional, he still saw sex in everything. He was hostile towards anything religious, but if a nun had ministered to him in his final years, he would've interpreted that as her dying to have sex with him. It may sound weird to normal people in your poem, but there are many weird people like this (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


Paul Bell

3 Years Ago

Did your dad ever do jail time.
Probably changed days now where sex is 24/7, 365, and only co.. read more
barleygirl

3 Years Ago

No, everyone was too afraid of my dad's fist to turn him in . . .
Yay forcing myself to read total garbage. My favorite thing

Posted 3 Years Ago


Paul Bell

3 Years Ago

There's a lot more there, help yourself.
This reminded me of Barbarella with Jane Fonda. Not sure why just seemed futuristic maybe .:)

Posted 3 Years Ago


Paul Bell

3 Years Ago

Jane Fonda. Remember pulling every muscle in my body doing her workout.
this reminds me of Cat Stevens' "The boy with the moon and star"
It is like the war wounds catching up to the soldier and he is allowed one last tryst.
But it is confusing as well as satisfying as he wonders why she is dressed up like a nun.
In his imagination...he is having his last rites....as well as a last roll in the hay.
But no shepherds are watching, thank God.
j.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Paul Bell

3 Years Ago

Like the idea of a last roll in the hay. Probably a government health warning against it though.
Wow....Lol................

Posted 3 Years Ago


Paul Bell

3 Years Ago

You want to be him don't you.
light and ashes

3 Years Ago

Sure.......(uncomfortable giggle)
The demise of the soldier, once a man, told in a very sadly concocted tale as he slips from memories of sexuality to acceptance of his new passage to death.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Paul Bell

3 Years Ago

Sad reality as we cash our chips in.

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