The Poetry of Spirituality
Category: The Flowering of the Poverello
The message embracing pain is so pervasive All know the terrible tearings of the spirit The injuries inflicted on our invisible selves And it is to the soul conscious of its susceptibility to spiritual scars That the desolation of the cross offers its way of consolation. ~
His honey words were spoken in the different tongues of the earth We each in our way tasted the tonic that made our pulse quicken Eager to know the new beings we were called to become. ~ Inspired by 'The Little Flowers of St. Francis' ~
He became a tree and his arms were branches where birds would settle and sing And their songs were of the fragrances of heaven and their music was the taste of the banquet that is shared throughoutall eternity. Inspired by an episode from The Little Flowers of St. Francs of … Continue reading Their Songs Were Of The Fragrances of Heaven
Doves, the flitting symbols of our spirits, are sold to the devil for a few silver coins He would redeem them to home and free the winged angels Who repay sacrifice with loving service. ~ Inspired by a story about St. Francis of Assisi freeing some doves being sold at a market … Continue reading The Winged Angels
Many wolves attack us in succession God's miracle is to tame the tormentors Into the mildest of creatures. From "The Flowering of the Poverello", inspired by 'The Little Flowers of St. Francis'
The limitless host of heaven pass in procession Clothed in shining robes chanting the canticles of the angels ‘We are the ones from paradise,’ they answer the unspoken question ‘And this is the end of penitence, poverty, chasteness and obedience, The battle against temptation, the mortification of the unruly desires And striving at odds With … Continue reading The Limitless Host of Heaven
Longing for the touch of love he sought in the woods In the heavens In the hills Revelation came As an unexpected presence Who would not stay long But for that blessed time Show mercy Without end. ~ Inspired by The Little Flowers of St. Francis of Assisi ~
Who are we To snatch at experience When there is a grace In the emptiness That leaves the soul open For fulfilment Mattering more Than the mere minute A fullness Of living in God.
~ You may witness The strangest of things ~ Elevations Wounds of the spirit, ~ The voices Of angels ~ Know that they speak Of another way of being ~ Sanely attuned to the reality That is beyond understanding ~ That awakens you To the miracle of eternity ~ Living a life Incomprehensible ~ To … Continue reading Awaken to the Miracle of Eternity
~ Fired with desire by humility refusing to exult in the world ~ Tormenting himself in seclusion with groanings for God ~ Hungry, thirsty, afflicted with weeping ~ In the wood he cried for his Lord and cooed like a dove in his praise. ~ Inspired by 'The Little Flowers of St. Francis' ~
Flowering Poverello 
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