I have no patron saint. But if I should
I doubt that Doubting Thomas would be him.
Though well he worked with what he understood,
I cannot emulate my eponym:
too squeamish still to press your ****** palms,
too cowardly to bear the cross you bore.
too blind to fall and sing believing psalms.
With other saints called Thomas, all the more.
   But then there's Thomas Cantilupe's career,
   So concrete: he was born in 1218,
   was chancellor of Oxford for a year,
   gave countless counsellings to king and queen
and years of selfless service to his see;
and lives today recalled by God, and me.