All Saints

On the occasion of All Saints Day, here is an image from Wells Cathedral* with a representation of saints galore and a great poem by Matthew R. Brown.

For all the Secret Tzaddiks and Undercover Saints:

SAINTS

It is the glory of the Church

that it cannot name all the saints.

It is the glory of the Church

that it cannot remember all the saints.

It is the glory of Christ

that we cannot count all the saints.

Saints are found

behind all the rocks of the mountain.

Saints are found

among the trees of the wood.

Saints hide

in blossoms,

ride birds,

top clouds;

follow passages under the earth.

They sweep the floors of the universe.

They take out the garbage of the cosmos.

The seeds they scatter

soften and green the hillsides;

leaves open their hands;

joyful beasts wander

among trees,

cling to grassy slopes.

The faithful cling

to the roots

of the saints,

growing up from the ground.

*Click on the photo for an enlarged image. I especially like that there are empty spaces on the bottom rows for saints yet to come.