St Jude

I found it

dropped on the ground,

left it to be

recovered on the table.

Instead, it caught

itself on my pinky

after six days in the sun.

I took it as a good sign.

A medal

representing the patron saint

of desperate cases.

It can’t be denied,

it’s fitting.

A little round coin

depicting the man,

who at The Last Supper

asked why Jesus wouldn’t

reveal himself to the whole world after

The Resurrection.

Much like me,

always asking God to just

reveal His plan for me already.

I took it as a good sign.

This medal

was God’s proof,

the lessons to be had

from my current confusions

and general unimpressed state of being,

are coming to a close.

In short,

something’s gotta give.

It never ceases to amaze me,

that boundless expanse that is

my arrogant ignorance

of everything.

God must think

I’m so strong.

For life is now starting

to resemble the

unrelenting frigid wind,

it was so calm before,

and I didn’t fully

appreciate that.

God help me.

St Jude pray for me.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s