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.