Make me an instrument
of your peace
Simplicityís a soul undistracted;
all things it knows straight on, a well-coming.
It feels the roughness of the leaf, the humming
bee it hears; opens up if interacted
knows the smoothness of the waterís flowing
the touch of wolf: the fur, the ears and eyes;
the call of birds, their lovely songs and cries.
Smell, sight and taste, alert the act of knowing.
Through the senses Francis life encountered,
received with joy that which the senses found
and poverty removed what would confound.
Intense his knowledge, no instant squandered.
With less, the Poverello learned the more
And nature sprang into the human mind
as it is. Itself ! After itís own kind!
Discovered in the form that God out-poured.
Look at the creatures of the earth today
their beauty lost to a demonic creed;
no priest to cherish them as God decreed
their mystery, marvel, friendship in decay!
Francis come again! Recover what first you found
Free us from the bonds with which the earth is bound.
:Fr Harold Macdonald