I dedicate this poem to Fr. Charlie Chesebrough, my former pastor. Fr. Charlie loved statues, I suspect because it is within the stable concrete of a statue that we can come to learn timeless lessons that help us to concretize our faith here on this side of heaven. The lives of our fathers in faith—though they fade away to the recesses of our minds too often—illumine the way, offset the world, and bring us closer to God each day we look to them.
Of the strong, ebullient saint.
Still producing by its strong scape,
It remains—yet grows faint.
There are times when I must wonder
Why the figure fades away.
But blinded by sun, deafened by thunder,
It still emits a mild ray.
Weeks passed and minutes expired.
Weeds harass, weather upsets.
And the grand statue, though tired,
Still empowers, still offsets.
Hard to believe it’s been two years. I still think of you and pray for you daily, Father Charlie!