To take his father's seat was his future,
But he chose to sit next to Christ, his lord;
He joined that holy order of the poor,
And in the Maghreb he would be their sword:
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But he washed up on Sicilian shores,
Then one day he spoke with such intellect,
Throughout Europe, his work was so much more,
He even gained from a fish his respect:
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In some sense he became larger than life,
And may have been a man of larger size,
So when a monk lost something in great strife,
His prayers were answered by a Saint so wise:
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You did not let a shipwreck wreck your fate,
I thought I sank, I hope I'm not too late.
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Saintly Sonnets
PoetryA collection of sonnets based around saints. I just need something else to write about.
