Saints preserve us

   
   "Saints preserve us"

   Drinking lager, step-dad on the heavy spirits, as it strangely goes; next, him Protestant (Southern Baptist), and me a cafeteria Catholic, a halfway decent Catholic, and even while Sean Hannity doesn't totally gel with the Vicar of Christ on EVERY matter, we all have infused instinct; nevertheless, while a Southern Baptist is big on Old Testament heroes, he doesn't invoke the sublimity of Saints--yes, invoke them, not totally pray to them, yet invoke them to pray for you or a friend or adversary even.
   My step-daddy taught me partial perfect and plenty, like that every high-flying flagpole has a luminous angel; thus, I returned the favor, silently instructing--if you're ever made to feel funkalicious by freaky though fancy daydreams, just lift your head to the Blue or Moonlit Heavens; then, say:  "Saints preserve us."
   History.  Just look at that of Saint Joan of Arc or Saint Francis.  Freaking guy had a pet wolf.  It gets really weird, yet was true in documentation.  So say:  "Saints preserve us."