Not so much suffering, as contrariness, unexpected – snow mixed to rain or rain mixed to snow – How change this slush and gray to Hope-Fuel? St. Francis, Nature-Lover, did such, using Love beyond Creation and Sister Poverty – God’s Gift was all. He asked Brother Monk what “great joy” could be? Cold with snow? – what greater still? hunger and night? – greater still door-closed rejecting ? – yet, greater still. refused as “ragged Francis”? – that, then, he called the Greatest Joy. A February – not just in cold, Or hunger-fast, or dark – but found in human Heart-Slap, [i] is where our Francis felt beginning-ending hand of God, No question – just rejoicing (2010s) [i] Brown, Raphael. The Little Flowers of St. Francis. New York: Image Books, 1958, Part One, Chapter 8. “How St. Francis Taught Brother Leo That Perfect Joy Is Only in the Cross”. Comments are closed.
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Poems by Janet
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