PRAYER FOR A DISCARDED SAINT
Christopher Pierce
--- wrote to Peter in 1969 that like St. Valentine
Christopher is now a discarded saint.
Who wrote to Christopher, who wrote back,
No --- I am still here,
look Great-I-Am,
here I am,
I'm still hooked to your coattails,
I'm still clinging to your back,
trailing at your ---damn feet,
every step you take I pray,
that you don't walk all over me,
tread on my ---damn soul,
knowing how heavy you are,
knowing the weight of yourself,
knowing how easy it would be
for me to be --- crushed.
I pray to ---
for the people to remember me,
I'm always genuflecting
on how --- breaks my heart
with his ---damn bad memory.
Guess --- doesn't get out much anymore,
must be afraid to travel.
--- didn't like that part, said the Department Head of Blasphemy.
Author Bio
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Christopher Pierce is a writer from Dallas, Oregon. He graduated from Portland Community College in 2026 with a 4.0 and transferred to Oregon State University to pursue a double degree in creative writing and history. He is a husband and a proud father of two beautiful daughters, Destiny and Daenerys, whom he loves with all of his heart. His favorite pastime is hiking the Oregon backcountry in search of hiraeth, the Welsh word for the longing and homesickness for a place or time that no longer exists or never was. A pain-joy. He believes in empathy, embracing difficulty, doing the right thing, and fighting for a future for all living creatures. His writing is dedicated to his wife Brittany, his daughters, and to saving the world they will inherit.