Again this year, I take the poetry challenge. Writing a poem a day throughout May. I am taking weekends off. I must rest my fingers and say hello to my family.
Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo.net is to
take your gaze upward, and write a poem about the stars.
Immediately, I thought of when I was a little girl:
Stars and Saints Forever
Sister said, Therese saw her name written in the stars,
Back when She was just a little girl..
Easier than a martyr or holy wars.
Sainthood is what I sought back then.
In the stars. Why not? Give it a whirl.
Therese saw what lay in store.
There in the sky, a great big capital T.
I looked and looked and looked some more.
No capital A, no lower case Adela in the heaven.
No crusade or death by sword, nothing written up there.
My little girl’s wish upon a star.
Baby steps: toddle and falter and toddle again.
See goodness, do right,
Honor the holy in all eyes.
Little ways, Little ways, Little ways again.
Sainthood is in the daily chore.