James Moore Poet Narrative

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Sainted

(“Before the Door”, 2023, original encaustic)

The older I get
The less concern I have
About ever being a saint,

But I’m sure that was a motivation
When I was younger
Although I’d have been loath to admit it.

Being a saint means being perfect,
At least in the final effect
If not the cause,

Being good enough to redeem one’s mistakes,
Help others and even make the world 
And universe a better place.

Or so I thought.
Now, as I care less 
About being saintly,

I see perhaps it means less about changing
Than simply acknowledging even celebrating
Others, the world, the universe, Life

Exactly as it is,
For the perfect creation
It’s always been.

(11/12/25)

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