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An Imperfect Life

poetry by Fr. Harold Macdonald

The Series

St Francis of Assisi

Harvest Thanksgiving

Autumn Leaves

 

 

 

With the Leperís Kiss

 

With the leperís kiss Saint Francis left the world;

it was the wallís small gate to open field

where sun and breeze see blossoms meekly yield

and joy waves in the wind, a flag unfurled,

and in the air the bleat of Christ the Lamb.

Where death is spring, and all again begun

the inmost life is bright with morningís Sun,

where sound the living words, I am, I am!

Not of the world yet one with all that is

(more so, than those who wish to leave it not

content with that which they themselves begot)

possessing all yet knowing naught is his.

    It is Godís goodness fills before and after

    the Poverello heard the sound of laughter.