Jesus said, follow me.
And let the dead bury their dead.
So we might follow, but we try to flee.
Constantly we attempt to remake the thread.

I was standing in front of the Saint in his case of glass.
Lying there in his red vestments, trimmed with gold.
The same as the priest saying mass.
His presence with us put on hold.

Awed by his courage .
Determined  he was to not prevaricate.
Nothing was he discouraged.
constant to pass the narrow gate.

We will never match him.
We will just sing the hymn.

……..

We so lack courage
Unlike the great worshiped saints
But we can just try

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See Matthew 8:18-22