Wednesday, November 1, 2017

A Saint's Heart

bleeds
without ceasing
wetting the trinket box
its locked in and hallowing
the ground.

for Father Stanley Rother

Submitted to Midweek Motif ~ Saints at Poets United

12 comments:

Susan said...

Perfect! And also macabre.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I like that a saint's heart never stops bleeding.

Thotpurge said...

Yes in a bleeding goodness forever kind of way!!

X said...

Indeed it does. Perhaps why they are so often considered bleeding hearts. I like the play on that. So soft a heart is so easily broken, again and again. And perhaps considered a trinket by many. Nice little short.

J. T said...

You are right Mama Zen. From the movies I've watched about them, their hearts are so generous they bleed always. Nice write. Happy All Saints today and All Souls tomorrow.

Oman said...

your prose is so morose that it awaken the poet in me.

Mary said...

A bit chilling!

annell said...

The heart of a saint...a lovely thought.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love "hallowing the ground."

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Grisly, but true!

Carrie Van Horn said...

A hard and brave truth told beautifully!

Nicholas V said...

Endless compassion in the face of adversity and human weakness and great need is what makes a saint. Great write!