Saint Ego

Saint Ego, the holy one,

A paradox, but not undone.

A man of God, yet full of pride,

A balance hard to coincide.

With faith as strong as rock and stone,

He preached with voice both firm and known.

His flock he led with steadfast hand,

And guided them to promised land.

Yet in his heart there lay a flaw,

A sin that he could not withdraw.

His ego, swollen like a balloon,

Would cause his virtue to attune.

He prayed to God for strength and grace,

To rid himself of this disgrace.

But as he looked within his soul,

He found it hard to gain control.

He tried to meditate and fast,

To rid himself of this contrast.

But still, his ego would remain,

A blemish he could not constrain.

He looked to others for advice,

And followed their ways to suffice.

But still, he found himself in doubt,

His ego causing him to shout.

He thought to give up on his goal,

And let his ego take its toll.

But then he heard a voice so clear,

That filled his heart with hope and cheer.

“Saint Ego, do not be dismayed,

Your ego is not to be slayed.

It is a part of who you are,

And can be used to raise the bar.”

With these words, Saint Ego felt free,

And let his ego guide his plea.

He preached with passion and with fire,

His ego fueling his desire.

He showed his flock the strength within,

And how their ego could begin,

To lift them up and make them great,

To reach for goals they could create.

And so, Saint Ego became,

A beacon of hope and fame.

A man of God, with ego strong,

A balance he had found all along.