A Saint for the lost
I think he lives in San Antonio
Anthony of Padua, the patron saint of lost things, please look after the plant I accidentally killed when we were first married when Jesse left for a work trip to New Orleans. Please look after the fish, too. Also an accident. Harper's car keys the squirrels Corby ends. The groundhogs, too. the one hundred dollars I sent to a fake someone promising me flat abs. Yes, I know it was stupid. Yes, I know I know better. my confidence my flat abs the coffee that dripped all over the counter because I neglected to put a mug under the Nespresso machine OK so maybe my mind, too. Although, I'd like to think I'll find it. I'd like to think it's still with me. Mr. Saint Anthony, please look after all my lost things, the ones that aren't mine anymore the ones I know about and the ones I've forgotten



Love this!
Hello, from the Archdiocese of San Antonio. 😉
Here's the prayer my old Catholics use: ’Tony, Tony, come around, something’s lost and can’t be found."