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Notes: I wrote this after reading the poem “Saints” by Amy Gerstler. That’s why after the title it says “After Gerstler” – something I learned to do in my poetry class this semester. I give Gerstler credit because it is modeled after her theme as well as her style. This is a prose poem, meaning it isn’t written in stanzas. In terms of theme, I was trying to argue with the idea that to be considered a saint (in the Catholic tradition) a person has to have lived an exemplary life but also have certain miracles attributed to their name. I think miracles should have a broader definition, and I mention some of that in this poem. It was a fun exercise, and I’m thrilled that the magazine chose to publish it.
You and poetry were meant for each other.
I totally agree with Serenity on this one.
Lovely. And congratulations!
Absolutely beautiful! Congratulations!
A very lovely poem. Thank you for sharing!
I’m so glad you’re on the internet so I can read what you write.
“Shodding vulnerable feet, Serving people from my own table. Life as communion among friends.”
You not only get poetry, you get a lot of other things too.
Beautiful. So proud of you!