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Poetry Pleases: Called To Be Saints

…Yet those who in stained windows shine
Led lives the same as yours and mine.
And some whose halos have been won
Did things much worse than those we've done…

Brian Jenkinson’s poem is a reminder of the great things that are expected of us..

Called to be saints? "What you and I?
That can't be true," I hear you cry.
"Can lives so full of sins and taints
Be changed to make us into saints?"

Yet those who in stained windows shine
Led lives the same as yours and mine.
And some whose halos have been won
Did things much worse than those we've done.

Their zeal would often wax and wane,
But when they failed, they tried again.
Some suffered too without complaint,
And so they earned the name of 'saint'.

Thousands of saints achieved no fame;
We do not even know their name,
But now, because they passed the test,
They take their place among the blest.

Perhaps some day we'll chance to meet
A saint while walking down the street,
Then feel elated for a while,
Uplifted by a friendly smile.

And many of us will have known
Some persons who have always shown
Such kindness, and have been so good
They've certainly attained sainthood.

When we begin to live like them
We too could gain our diadem.
So if we give heed to God's call,
We could become saints after all.

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