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| Saint Francis in the Woods - Albert Bloch, 1927 |
We hang-glide in the Apennines
where he walks in dense leaves
swallows swoop to see him pass
We follow trails he blazes
paved by
centuries of walking
hermitage to wooded peaks
We kiss to touch our hunger as he feeds
birds and
wildlife and gives
all to
lepers and the poor
We kneel face to face and brave time
where he praises Sister
Earth and Brother Sun
and gilds altars for transubstantiation
We lean over Italian-English dictionaries
he reinvents
theater as presepio
live crèche in fields with animals
We each take him home in poetry
his prayer in our
hearts as we
pack our
bodies into suitcases
Re-posted Written Saturday for Karin's Poetics Italian-Style at dVerse Poets Pub. Re-posted Sunday at Poets United
Poetry Pantry # 171. Find the poems of St. Francis HERE.
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