|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 -
drifted off to sleep beneath moonlit shelf
of angels and figurines blessed -
waited for "marching orders", my turn to serve;
"Strive for sanctity" a phrase I'd often heard -
drove by triple crosses planted in cow pastures,
wondered if they were a sign. Opened bibles randomly,
fingered verse as if a crystal ball -
St. Joan had her voices, her visions,
St. Teresa, her raptures, her angels,
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 love is all you need
(inspired a bit from the Beetles
as well as the Bible) -
Love as a verb, a word to galvanize us all
to become our own unique saint.
by Margaret Bednar, January 23, 2017
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sunday Mini Challenge with Brendan - Voices" I did a bit of an overhaul on this poem - for those who read it through the first time, thanks for doing so again.
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.