Context:
I seem to write letters a whole lot when I read dead people. I read a few traditional prayers at lunchtime today, in a biography of Saint Thomas Aquinas. Here's a prime example:
PRAYER FOR YOUR PURITY
Chosen lily of innocence, purest St. Thomas! to thee who didst preserve ever fair thy baptismal robe; to thee who, being girded by two angels [note: he got a miracle belt. Long story] didst become flesh! to thee do I pray to reccomend me to Jesus, the Immaculate Lamb, and to Mary, the Queen of Virgins, that I also, who seek to honor thee, may recieve the gift of thy purity; that thus imitating thee upon the earth, I may one day be crowned with thee, O great guardian of my purity, amongst the angels on Paradise.
TRANSLATION
St. Thomas, you led an awesome life! You were really the epitome of awesome! You did A, B, and C, and they were the coolest thing anybody has ever done! Hit me up! I know you got connections, with Jesus and Mary. All I'm trying to do is be as pure as you were in life, so that maybe I'll be as lucky as you are in death, up in Heaven and stuff. And, oh yeah, you're awesome.
Now, there's a lot of Catholic/Protestant backandforth about praying to saints. Don't take me as a spokesperson for my faith (although I guess I should be, says so in the Good Book) but I think it has more to do with asking the saints for help and guidance. I mean, they led inspiring lives. Praying is like thinking about them extra hard and telling them you want to live an equally inspiring life. A universal character trait in saints, though, is humility.
The Poem Proper Begins Now:
Dear Saint Thomas Aquinas;
I think this is the begining of a regular correspondence.
My first questionasks whether it
bothers you , those prayers calling you all-seeing
(which you may bell be) and "perfect",
whether do they bother you?
You want to rest your church on solid ground, so to
speak, looking up at the sky? I thought.
And it's more flattery, and memorized words taked
into pleas, than a prayer to you. I want to
change that in the Church if I have the
opportunity. Because I don't see you enjoying it,
(if I can be humble and say that at the
same time)
Like how on the dance team I'm always
the base, not because I'm too heavy but
because having someone who really doesn't like me
all that much
(I'm nice, she's nice, no worries)
be supporting
my weight. It makes me feel uncomfortable,
like that rock I'm supposed to be built on
has started crawling away. Is that how you feel
when the flatterers raise you up?
I understand your favorite mode
of communication is through prayer, staring at
a crucifix"Indeed, the finest book I knew was a crucifix"
This is mien. Please respond, though,
however you want.
-Emily
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