Saints–Poetry Potluck

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Submitted to Poetry Potluck: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/ where today’s theme is Idols, Role Models and Mentors

Saints

Beneath the scarlet tupelo,
a concrete Buddha waits,
listens to the sound
of falling leaves.

Nearby, a maple reaches down,
shelters St. Francis and the quail
scurrying for seed at the statue’s feet.
The Saint watches.

Wintertime, blanketed by snow,
Francis asks his friend:
“What do you see, Buddha?”

“I hear life surging below.”

“But is there food for my friend?”
Francis begs.

“There is nothing more
than what has always been.”