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His soft melodious voice could charm |
The Saint He always smiled that enigmatic way Mystery was his life, life was his play Compassion fraught with sympathy Pity concern and empathy Never disdainful of others rights Ready to protect the weak in fights Disjointed about the causes he supported Only original sin is awful, he purported Disputes and fights he often thwarted Miracles flowed from his fingers, daily Healing the sick he did gaily Monumental tasks were accomplished with ease He always said thank you and will you please His soft melodious voice could charm He always did good and never did harm A more loving spirit could not be found Those who knew him worshipped the ground That he walked upon, and made no sound If angels have wings then he had joie de vivre Joy exuberance and happiness came naturally Some thought he was their God and Savior But all loved his style and behavior Kindness was his strong suit, but only one of many Faults or bad habits, he didn’t have any He exuded a fragrance that made your mouth water The young ones wished that they were his daughter The old ones came like lambs to the slaughter The light from his eyes drew everyone in His aura was visible and made you grin If you came to close your head would spin The body of Adonis with a slight cleft chin He gave sermons that mesmerized and transfixed His followers seemed to be strongly affixed The day he left, he levitated up high He just seemed to blend in with the sky Thousands fell to their knees to say goodbye “I’ll be back” he said, “I just can’t stay” He blessed them all, that mournful day Before he turned them to stone and went on his way. LeBuert 2012 ![]() |