Sonnet For the Souls of Saints
Remarkable people, leave their mark, on this forlorn world.
The name for them, we hold quite dear, they are known as saints.
We so revere, these folks of love; though they were poor and worn.
These martyrs, we remember, by casting them in stone and paint.
Sacred iconography cannot show respect.
Respect is earned, only by its giving; remember saints with love.
Remember, saints watch from above; to mock them, is to reject.
The saints, they gave a precious gift; they gave their life and love.
These saint have made their mark on earth; passing life’s tough tests.
Respect them well, for they watch over, all souls upon this earth.
They’ll help you, get through tough times; teaching what is best.
For they have learned, hard survival, since the day of their birth.
Every country, creed and race, have their own loved saints.
They’ve lived and loved; cared and suffered; all without complaint.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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