The greatest misconception
about the lives of the saints
is that our lives are so different.
Sleepers, while waking,
don’t change substance.
You’ll find all your wild dreams
happened really under blankets
in the night’s kind haven.
Just like Saint Francis
was once a patron of whorehouses
you too will be asked
to present your miracles.
To have nothing to say
is like a closing door.
B. T. Joy is a British poet and short fiction writer living in Glasgow. He has also lived in London, Aberdeen and Heilongjiang, Northern China. His poetry and short fiction have appeared in magazines, journals, anthologies and podcasts worldwide, including poetry in Yuan Yang, The Meadow, Toasted Cheese Literary Journal, Numinous: Spiritual Poetry, Presence, paper wasp, bottle rockets, Mu, Frogpond and The Newtowner, among many others. His debut collection of poetry, Teaching Neruda, was released in 2015 by Popcorn Press and his 2016 collection Body of Poetry is also available through Amazon. He can be reached through his website: http://btj0005uk.wix.com/btjoypoet.
