Friends In High Places Poem by B. V. Dahlen

Friends In High Places



Just days ago
I noticed that
‘Twas time to mark
The feast day of
Saint Polycarp
My favored friend

As just a child
A teacher said
That when we prayed
To popular saints
Like Peter Paul
Saint Luke and John
They were too busy
To daily notice
Our many supplications

Sister said that we
Needed a saint
That no one knew
She said he sat
Alone and bored
Upon a dusty
Barcalounger
With cobwebbed phone
Beside his chair
He felt forgotten
And forlorn
Since no petitions
Came his way

Back at home
I found a copy
Of a dusty tome
Lives of the Saints
And searching found
Saint Polycarp
And resolved right then
To make him mine

I pictured him
Weary, and dozing
When suddenly
The silent phone
Begins to ring
He answers
And attentively
He notes my prayer.

Without returning
Phone to stand
He dials his Lord
And God, so thrilled
To hear the voice
Of one who never
Calls, invites him
To share His lunch that day

While savoring
Their tuna salad subs
Dear Poly shares our new appeal
And God inclined to listen close
Nods and means to intercede

Find for yourself
An unknown saint
To bear your prayers
Straight to the Boss
But claim your own
Dear Polycarp
Belongs to me

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B. V. Dahlen

B. V. Dahlen

Hampton Roads, Virginia USA
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