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No Saint

No saint am I.
No guardian.
No protector.
Would that I could
follow Anthony into the desert
and challenge devils on
the town’s behalf.
Or Raphael,
who boldly enters the deep darknesses
bearing a lantern to
find the blind lost.
Or Kevin’s hands
which calmly hold the feathered forms of souls
in need of shelter for
their rest and growth.
No saint am I
to do these things.
Though still I try.
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Liv is an urban monk, a poet, a painter, a birder, and a student of Christian Spirituality. She has been engaged in creative writing more or less consistently for two decades and was slightly startled, though far from displeased, to discover that poetry is her medium. When she’s not writing, Liv practices gardening, pipe-smoking, leather-working, and mischief. She has been published in Loft Books, The Blue Daisies Journal, The Way Back To Ourselves, and Vessels of Light. Peeks into her work can be found on Instagram and Twitter.

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