Saint Ambrose

Naked to the world
head of soft down
and mouth wailing
swarms of bees
like an angel’s song.

His soul
is made
of honey.

Aleathia Drehmer

This is a poem from an ongoing manuscript about all the saints in the world.  I found a great book at the friends of the library sale last year that had a list of all the saints in all cultures.  I thought it would be fun to try and write poems to capture the essence of each one. I’m not sure what will become of it, but it is fun to do.

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