St. John And A Girl Poem by Liza Sud

St. John And A Girl



Once in a park distressful I was sitting,
And an unknown man came from the street:
“ Serving to God, like priest, I’m hear
To help you, open, please your heart to me,

And be sincere”. “Of suicide I’m thinking.
All relatives abandoned me”.
“God, Jesus Christ of everyone is grieving,
And how do you say, in you there is no need”.

And suddenly my heart stopped aching,
As if an angel talked to me,
And then the people told me, it was there
Saint John of Kronstadt, whom I’ve seen.

St. John And A Girl
Monday, March 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: religion
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 07 May 2016

It doesn't take St. John long to change the speaker's mind, which suggests there is a great current of faith rolling below us but connected to us, like an underground river, and it wells up into the mind of the suffering person when the saint directs his/her attention to it. And I notice the saint doen't say much, he doesn't lecture them, he makes a few subtle gestures or says a few compassionate words and that current of faith wells up with its redeeming force.

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Margaret O Driscoll 13 September 2015

Well done Liza, a very spiritual poem!

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