THINKING through Writing

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An Invisible Saint

by Jocelyn

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Without a name

You must not think

I am insane

Being a saint

 

I do my work

Without a body

Beyond this earth

For everybody

 

With you in mind

I don’t deny

Just be aware

I am somewhere

 

The weather cares

The mountains swear

The trees of love

Is living there

 

A saint is software

Its job is on welfare

Humans are hardware

Holy hearts I do care

 

A saint is here

To remove your fears

Do trust its form

It’s in your songs