St Francis

by Sr Jadwiga Swiatecka

Most lovely lyricist and courteous troubadour

Francis! Knight errant in a quest divine;

Joyful in suffering, rich in being poor,

Teach me your song, and make its cadence mine!

 

Let me,  too, follow where your  feet have trod:

Through flowers and thorns

Birds, beasts (and hurting men)

Along the love-strewn path which leads to God

Making this world a paradise again.

 

To Praise, To Bless, To Preach.