A candlelit night for all to pray
Upon their knees at the end of day
Silent words from each one’s soul
Drifting up with incense to Heaven’s bowl
Now being stirred and mixed from above
Returns to us with fragrance and love
When suddenly amid the crowd he stands
Poor and broken stretches out his hands
While walking slowly toward Holy Saint
In shabby dress he moves so quaint
Finally he touches the Saint for grace
Crossing himself, wipes a tear from his face
Silent words from his humble soul
Drifting up again to Heaven’s bowl
Being stirred and mixed once more from above
Returns only for him with fragrance and love
He felt the presence of Holy Saint
Giving him strength and courage without taint
Now turning away to end his time
He walked away as he heard the chime
It rings in his heart; only he can hear
Living life in humility, leaves nothing to fear
A humble soul, for this we yearn
As we gaze upon him, we will surely learn
Margaret – March 2023
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