St. Catherine, St. Catherine,
For aid once more I come to you.
I know, you are the blessed saint
Who could help me and others, too.
I find myself in darkest woods
And see you as a guiding light,
The essence that would lift my mind
Out of this present mental night.
St. Catherine, St. Catherine,
Before I grow dense like a tree,
Please help me clear my thoughts to write
Elating lines, true poetry
That pleases all, but mostly me.
I pray to you, please make me rise
Above all mediocrity—
And help those other needy guys.
Comments
Altruism!
Nice piece. Now to look up St. Catherine...
Hi Ray,
this desperate "poet" has turned to saints, such a St. Catherine of Alexandria, in the hope for inspiration. So far I don't feel inspired; I must have picked the wrong saint. Still desperate for inspiration. Thanks for commenting, kind sir. Van.