Thursday, October 31, 2002

For All the Secret Tzaddiks and Undercover Saints

SAINTS (by Matthew R. Brown)

It is the glory
of the Church
that it cannot
name
all the saints.

It is the glory
of the Church
that it cannot
remember
all the saints.

It is the glory
of Christ
that we cannot
count
all the saints.

Saints are found
behind all the rocks
of the
mountain.

Saints are found
among the trees
of the wood.

Saints hide in
blossoms,
ride birds, top clouds;
follow passages
under the
earth.

They sweep the floors
of the universe.

They take out the garbage
of the cosmos.

The seeds they scatter
soften and green the hillsides;

leaves open
their hands;
joyful beasts
wander among trees,
cling to grassy
slopes.

The faithful
cling to the roots
of the saints,
growing up
from the ground.
.

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