Praying to Saint Clara del pobre.

Praying to Saint Clara de pobre near Lake St. Clair.

( April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-two.)

I went to Lake St Clair on a warm Spring day. I went to confess to Lake St. Clair. I told the beautiful lake. You are named for Saint Clara de pobre. A blessed woman who helped our world and she made the world a better place. I asked the dancing waves. My lady of the lake. Can I do the same?

(On August 12, 1679, the French explorer René Robert Cavelier, Sieur de La Salle arrived with an expedition. He named the body of water Lac Sainte-Claire, as the expedition sighted it on the feast day of Saint Clare of Assisi.)

Did I cause more confusion? Did I cause more chaos? Once Saint Clara de pobre gave everything away and she saved many. We need her kindness, we need her gentleness and we need her hope.

Our world had been overtook by war and today our world is controlled violence and greedy men. What will we leave for the children?

I pray we are listening to our leaders. They do not see the poor, they do not see the common people. Profit and create confusion. They try to create.

We need to teach them. We are more the same than different. We want a safe place for our children to grow-up, we need good jobs, enough food and shelter for everyone.

USA, land of the free. The land of brave is controlled by liars. We need to make the USA, the land of opportunity, a safe place for everyone and stop the hate.

Time to stop the many wars as one people. How many must die before we learn. Every life had value.

Today I pray to Saint Clara de pobre and I asked her. Please show our leaders. No winner in war. Just dead cities, homeless people and so many in the way of war. With no place to call their home.

I asked the lake St. Clair. Did I do enough?

John Castellenas

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.