November 2: All Saints

For all the Saints, who since Thursday will rest

Until next Sunday, when San Francisco

Shall play them as with Lucifer possessed,

For Saints have hands that pilgrims’ hads forgo,

For saints must make two miracles occur

To be considered thus by orthodoxy.

But if a mundane wonder one prefers,

Would that not be a kind of paradoxy?

That happenstance that happens to bring joy,

Those grand coincidences that conspire

To bring indulgences that never cloy,

Can such a thing by happy chance transpire?

Such pleasing...