|Ever wondered about the story behind these triple roadside crosses? HERE it is.|
As a child I was tucked into bed inspired
with stories of Saints; some plucked from sin
and dismay, others never swayed from righteous ways.
Told we're all called to be saints, to strive for sanctity.
So I've waited for "marching orders", my turn to serve,
drove by triple crosses planted in cow pastures,
wondered if they were a sign. Opened bibles randomly,
fingered verses as if divine intervention.
St. Joan had her voices, her visions,
St. Teresa, her raptures, her angels,
even my Evangelical friend, her "God told me so"
but I'm afraid the only voice I hear is mine.
The only vision is what's before me.
Perhaps that's it. Love is action.
Love is now. I've role models, faith
and desire. I have what it takes.
by Margaret Bednar, January 23, 2017
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sunday Mini Challenge with Brendan - Voices" A quickly penned poem - the last verse is weak but I was tired and might go back and rework it.
I learned this lesson years ago - and I've stumbled many times, but whatever we believe, if we don't put it into action, what good is it? Most never have a "great revealing" nor a "voice" that divinely inspires... but if we are true to what we believe in (I am talking religion) then we are called to live it the best of our abilities, to be strong, to be our own unique version of a saint, to love God not by being just like the saints before us, but loving God as they did.
And to always remember love is a verb, an action.