Saints ©

I am sitting in the garden 
with a statue of Saint Francis

and the Sacred Mother and
pieces of heaven are being

marshaled by squirrels and
colorful birds bouncing on 

grass. for a few moments 
split from a troubled world 

I live in the luxurious silence 
of peace and I offer thanks 

to the mystery that matched 
me with this spell. I think of

modern Saints like Romero
and confess they have not 

washed the world clean but
almost imperceptibly days

of sin have changed in the
villages of a country named

for Christ and even on the
streets near the church with

pretty windows where I was
baptized without a word of

English.  
h. j. Recinos