Like a Dove

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Fired with desire by humility

refusing to exult in the world

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Tormenting himself in seclusion

with groanings for God

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Hungry, thirsty,

afflicted with weeping

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In the wood he cried for his Lord

and cooed like a dove in his praise.

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Inspired by ‘The Little Flowers of St. Francis’

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• The Flowering of the Poverello