Saint of the Silent Key In Honor of St. Maximilian Kolbe, SP3RN
In cloistered halls where silence grew, A friar dared the airwaves through With homebuilt gear and humble hands, He sent out hope across the lands.
The year was dark, the world in fear, Yet faith went forth in voices clear. A call sign born not just in code, But truth and love his signal showed.
Then Auschwitz claimed the faithful few, But Kolbe’s heart held courage true. He took the place of one condemned, And found his crown, life’s noble end.
Now every August, hearts align, In San Max Church, a sacred sign. With dipoles high and relics near, His voice still echoes, bright and clear.
They call as 4A2MAX, With reverence in each contact. On bands that stretch the globe so wide, His legacy will not subside.
For though his mic was laid to rest, His message lives in every test. A saint who spoke through static’s song To faith, to brotherhood, belong.
So hams who tune and call CQ, Remember what one soul can do. From Morse to voice, through sky and flame, We honor still St. Kolbe’s name.
