Opaque Saints

We cannot see the fire within
that causes them to leap out of themselves
at inopportune moments

or stretch out on a bed of nails
with the blissful look of one
nursing on a lily.

So often, we too consider irrational acts
but wait holding our breath
until the moment passes.

Our boredom makes us happy then,
and Hell is the neat, well-organized place
from which we contemplate

the disruptive lives of saints
who break even natural laws.
Their faces are always luminous

and dry even when wet.
Their halos inuigue like jewelry
that can never be removed.