St. Catherine's Lament Poem by r james sterzinger

This morning
I saw St. Catherine
On the corner the street
Not in religious ecstasy
But in a state of
Disbelief

Looking deep she found
Her solace now in me
Guess her hope was found
In an unrepentant thief.

I saw St. Margaret
Crying in the street
Looking for love, looking for relief.
She said, ' We have so little time
So our liaison must be brief
So I lay down beside her
And clung to her faith
Naked to the reef.