I Want to Be a Saint

Aim, Goal, Measurable Objective

To be great is to be misunderstood says

Emerson but it don’t follow that to be

misunderstood is great let along Great.

I’ve been working up my resume for sainthood,

since learning from our resident hagiographer

that saints were viewed as nuisance & pain-in-

the-ass  in their villages—without honor like

prophets.  At that moment I aspired.  I had

seen saints as sweet, gentle and kind, meek and

mild: loved birds and animals, talked softly,

patted  small children on the head,  even

Augustine giving up his wild and wooly ways

to become GOOD --- my white haired Nana

playing piano in the homeless shelter:

“Brighten the Cornee Where You Are.” Saintly

and beyond me.  When I heard about the

nuisance and pain in the ass I was encouraged.

I can do that. Wretch like me.  Hagios.