ALL SAINTS
Prompt - All Saints : Choose a saint and write a poem about his or her life
Jo never grounded a try in Northants
In Paisley she ne’er kicked a ball
New Orleans didn’t see a Josephine down
Or her score a home run in Saint Paul
But Josephine joined the ranks of the saints
Cos the guy in the Vatican said
She’d been really special all through her life
And the word of the gospel she’d spread
Sold as a slave and whipped every day
Scarred o’er her body for life
So many years spent owned by bad men
An existence of struggle and strife
But in Venice she finally found herself free
A Cannossian Sister became
Talked of her time back in the Sudan
Looked back without anger or blame
Gentle and calm and smiling was she
The Vicenzans loved her as one
Madre Moretta they name that they gave
Forever their favourite nun
She seemed like their saviour during the war
When she died they came like a throng
To praise Josephine for her kindness and love
To acclaim her in word and in song
Half a century passed by after her death
Until she was said to be holy
The saint of all who survive trafficking
But she’ll never be Saint Mirren’s goalie
(Written about Saint Josephine Bakhita)
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