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Crying alone on Christmas Eve, handsome???

Patron saint of lost faith

Patron saint of leaving it by the roadside. Patron saint of it slipping out of your fingers. Patron saint of searching and searching. Patron saint of yearning for it back. Patron saint of scraping your fingers down to the bone trying to hold onto it. Patron saint of losing it anyway. Saint of lost faith. Not the saint of getting it back.

Patron saint of martyrs

The patron saint of those who died to be like you. Maybe you died to be like them too: but at the end of it, you weren't like them. Patron saint of tragedy. Saint of saints. It's you who holds the hands of the holy dead, and you who has to answer: what do they do if they regretted it?

Patron saint of relics

Patron saint of remembering. Patron saint of holding something close. Patron saint of holding on for too long. For a saint, a relic is often a part of the body, kept for some physical memento of their holiness. They are all in your hands, now: does it feel like remembrance? Does it feel sanctified? Are the dust and blood as precious as they're supposed to be?