Neither angel nor a fiend
can man be more or less
in life what he seems
it appears in death
he can be considerably more
set on a pedestal
something the saint never aimed for
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Mere mortals
suns rise and set, life renewed
images in stone
The image is the icon for a popular TV series (and movie) called “The Saint.”
This week the Poet’s United prompt is Saint or Saintliness.
Sorry if I am not online and commenting as much as I would like. Below the remodel that has been taking up most of my waking hours. Nearing completion still means chair rail, wainscot and crown molding in several rooms. My son is coming to help me with the outdoors.
Tiling bathroom
nearing completion
demo of bathroom vanity
bathroom almost done
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Life renewed.. images in stone..
Beautifully wise ❤ ❤
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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What man can create a sunrise or cause life to spring forth after winter? certainly not the saints carved in stone.
Thanks Sunny One
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I think we are all ‘in between’ – just being us can be good and true – saintliness is perhaps a myth a comfort after death when the edit facility becomes more forgiving – the illustration and reminder of ‘The Saint’ made me smile too
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I like being in-between with creative people like you 🙂
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Nice poem, Leslie. 🙂
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Thanks dear Ranu
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You put much Wisdom in your poem. Sainthood remains a mystery to those so named. As, unfortunately, does fame to the hard working artist, though it is not what we pursue in a lifetime of answering that of God within and around us. Congratulations on your house which is coming along nicely and will be a joy to live in.
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Thanks Susan. I agree sainthood is a mystery that we see when we least expect it.
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__Snow fall adds the cloth, a chaste cover; some wish to be the statue, some wish to be the snow. _m
stone effigy
unclothed as it stands
snow fall
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There is a humility isn’t there in that state of standing barren in the snow?
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Interesting piece, and quote so. Greetings!
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Thanks so much.
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I enjoyed the poem, Leslie, and way to go, on the renovations….a lot of work. Good for you. It will be beautiful!
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It’s a labor and some days I actually love it.
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I am always struck by the fact that when someone dies they are oftentimes looked upon as a saint….even those with less than stellar lives. Perhaps this is as it should be?
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And those who lived such beautiful, serene lives can be overlooked cant they?
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Saints never aim to be saints, do they? If they did, they would be too self-absorbed to become saintly.
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Now that is a wise observation.
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Hmm…Great job on the bathroom….do you contract out? 🙂
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I’m thinking about it. I’m saving some serious money
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life is a journey we hit bumps in the road sometimes bad and sometimes good. I think we are human and will always fall short…
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Good that we know that ahead of time isn’t it?
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Mere mortals
suns rise and set, life renewed
Whatever happens, life must go on! Rightly so Moonie!
Hank
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Saints are bereft of desires while Man survives on them
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