Calcutta Nun
If she could ride through the clouds,
on a horse of silver and gold.
If she were stronger of character,
and perhaps a wee bit bold.
If the winds of time were at her command,
and the sun and the moon,
in the palm of her hand.
If the riches of the world were in her purse,
and she above any form of curse.
All these and more,
she would throw to the wind,
if by doing so, she could
reduce,
just one
little sin!
© 1981 C.E. Skilling
