Pray for the Saints too
day 11/30
Disclaimer:
This piece is purely fictional and creative in nature. It means no harm or disrespect to the Catholic community, its saints, or the Christian faith. I was raised within the faith myself, and this is only an artistic exploration of doubt, humanity, and belief.
I was not born a saint. I was made one by those who needed to believe that holiness was possible. They polished my name into glass, sang hymns in my memory, and knelt before the bones I once wore. But I have been awake for centuries, and I am tired.
Heaven does not sound like I remember. It hums without warmth, a vast and endless white that forgets your name the longer you stay. The light that once felt divine now burns too clean, stripping even memory of its softness.
In the beginning, I believed. I healed the sick, forgave the cruel, and offered love to those who spat in my face. I told them that pain was a path to paradise. They wept, and I held them as if that made it true.
Sometimes I look down and see the living. They still whisper to me, still call on me for miracles. Their candles flicker like tiny desperate hearts, and I want to tell them the truth, that the light they worship burns out on both ends. That no salvation waits, only the echo of what we hoped for.
I was a saint once. I wore faith like fire and let it consume every doubt. But even fire dies when it runs out of air. Now I drift in the hollow between prayers, neither damned nor saved, listening for a God who may have forgotten how to answer. At times i am sad and i am alone. who will pray for me?
And yet, sometimes, when a child whispers my name before sleep, I feel something stir. A warmth, fragile as a breath. Perhaps belief is not for gods, but for the ones who need them. Perhaps salvation was never meant for saints at all.
Disclaimer:
This piece is purely fictional and creative in nature. It means no harm or disrespect to the Catholic community, its saints, or the Christian faith. I was raised within the faith myself, and this is only an artistic exploration of doubt, humanity, and belief.