The Saint Poem by J.B. LeBuert

He always smiled that enigmatic way
Mystery was his life, life was his play
Compassion fraught with sympathy
Pity concern and empathy

Never disdainful of others rights
Ready to protect the weak in fights
Disjointed about the causes he supported
Only original sin is awful, he purported
Disputes and fights he often thwarted

Miracles flowed from his fingers, daily
Healing the sick he did gaily
Monumental tasks were accomplished with ease
He always said thank you and will you please

His soft melodious voice could charm
He always did good and never did harm
A more loving spirit could not be found
Those who knew him worshiped the ground
That he walked upon, and made no sound

If angels have wings then he had joie de vivre
Joy exuberance and happiness came naturally
Some thought he was their God and Savior
But all loved his style and behavior

Kindness was his strong suit, but only one of many
Faults or bad habits, he didn't have any
He exuded a fragrance that made your mouth water
The young ones wished that they were his daughter
The old ones came like lambs to the slaughter

The light from his eyes drew everyone in
His aura was visible and made you grin
If you came too close your head would spin
The body of Adonis with a slight cleft chin

He gave sermons that mesmerized and transfixed
His followers seemed to be strongly affixed
The day he left, he levitated up high
He just seemed to blend in with the sky
Thousands fell to their knees to say goodbye

“I’ll be back” he said, “I just can’t stay”
He blessed them all, that mournful day
Before he turned them to stone
and went on his way.