Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Saintliness


Am I a saint if I do no harm
And suffer much my whole life through
Would I then be an example
For all others to look up to

Or should I not think like this
But strive as I think I should
And let my innermost self shine
Shun evil and try to be good

Just how are we shaped I wonder
What drives us to be good or bad
When I die just who'll pray for me
Recall who I was and be sad

Image of Margaret Tarrant postcard found at www.dartingsparrow.blogspot.com

17 comments:

  1. I will! You speak my mind in this poem. Thank you.

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  2. Robin a beautiful and honest reflection. To be good takes a lot more work than to be bad. And as Mary wrote the prayers of our mothers are life changing.

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  3. When I die just who'll pray for me
    Recall who I was and be sad

    Such a beautiful hint of prayer and hope in these lines.

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  4. I think many will - saintliness isn't necessarily an indicator of being good or bad..i think we have the capacity to be both - maybe even simultaneously - that makes us delightfully human perhaps

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  5. I love this poem. Your good heart shines through. Your words really resonate with me, kiddo.

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  6. I definitely understand your sentiments!

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  7. I think we should strive to love and not worry about being saintly...I think your question is one we all wonder about...who will remember me?

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  8. luv your spark of soul, your awe your wonder and your hope of saintliness

    Thanks for dropping in to read mine Robin

    much love...

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  9. The last lines of your poem to me are no cause of sadness. It is more important to cherish the people in your life when they are alive than when they are dead. You wont know about it anyway.

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    1. But I don't want them to be glad I'm dead!

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  10. Those last two lines melted my heart. Wonderful!

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  11. I've wondered how J.D. Salinger's quote on maturity would apply to Inner sacrifice as often interpreted actions by saints, monks, and nuns. "The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of a mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one." Your poem seems to split the difference. A saint seems to live somewhere inbetween.

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  12. I think these are universal thoughts which cross everyone's mind every once in lifetime

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  13. What you beautifully wrote, expresses what I think and wonder. Lovely, tender poem. And I'm certain you will be missed.

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  14. Robin, you bring up a good point: Is NOT doing evil enough? Or is the better path to try to do good and risk messing up? I guess I am in the latter group. But the final lines are so touching... Love, Amy

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  15. A sincere write..with a wish...
    All of us be there to pray

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  16. This is a hopeful verse, Robin. If we all prayed for each other, we'd have no need to fight each other.

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