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An Imperfect Life
poetry by Fr. Harold Macdonald
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.